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...still running on the late, late shows. Says she: "Those things haunt me. People are always bugging me by saying 'My, how you have grown!' You'd think they expected me to stay seven years old." But her anxiety is needless. As any studio executive or reader of the gossip columns could have told them, Nat is a big girl in Hollywood...
...even as his kingdom grew, it degenerated. The upkeep was staggering-up to $6.000 a day just to run San Simeon-and a waning public appetite for vulgarity in journalism had turned the Hearst papers into anachronisms, with little experience in what the new reader wanted. In 1937 a team of horrified accountants, assigned to probe Hearst's 94-corporation maze, discovered that The Chief was $126 million in hock. Neither Hearst nor his papers ever recovered from their retrenchment...
...novice in a monastery-always resigned to his fate, yet full of curiosity and humor, always interested in the experience of being a Russian in gigantic and diverse Mother Russia. The Wanderer is a credible symbol of his people and his century, and his story reminds the reader once again of the parallels between Russia and America : the sense of large possibility deriving from large size, the feeling of the frontier (being captured by Tartars was much like being captured by Indians), and the headlong, belated rush to create a culture that compares with that of old Europe...
...essentially in the voice, as the French is in beautiful logic and logical beauty, so the Russian genius wings straight for the remotest caverns of the soul. At his best, Leskov tells his stories simply, almost confidingly, putting incident and observation unpretentiously one after another until, before the reader realizes it, he has been led out of the story, and even out of Russia, to glimpse some of the mystery of his own existence...
...much had happened to her that each event wiped out what had happened before. I was disturbed by something in her-the lack of history, I think." It is the lack of history-suffered by the heroine of this book's title story-that must disturb any reader of Critic-Novelist V. S. Pritchett's haunting tales. The characters who move through these pages have arrived from places the reader has never visited and by routes he will never know. But for several minutes of terrifying or hilarious scrutiny, they stand as exposed and as three-dimensional...