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Damaged, Not Toppled. To a close reader of the History, such a major shift is the equivalent of saying that the whole Study needs revision. Toynbee even finds it now necessary to revise his table of civilizations, one of the key points of his huge labor, and at one point he blandly confesses that "I now have to abandon my previous construction of three distinct civilizations." In the same way he acknowledges that his list of "arrested civilizations" is "capricious." Moreover, he tacitly agrees that he forced facts into theories when he writes: "I have also neglected to try other...
This is a problem that each reader must solve himself. I doubt, in this case that he will have much trouble in so doing...
...Class Day Romance or the stern moral of The Knobby Sophomore. There are witty tours de force, such as The Episode, (It was the plump conductor,/On the Friday-night last car,/Who told the tale I now rehearse,/When proffered a cigar.) For more substantial fare, the reader might prefer A Yarn, which contains such stanzas as the following: For six long weeks we drifted on, we had nor food nor water; /We ate the cook, we ate the mate, we ate the captain's daughter./The sails grew mould overhead--ha! ha! the fishes laughed,--/We broke into...
...been very careful in writing his frankly revealing lyrics, and yet his work indicates nothing more than a sort of flat competence, as though he were writing transitions for a long, long narrative poem. Even Mr. Berman's emotional first person poems have few lines which tempt the reader to stop and read them over again aloud. His persistent awkwardness in phrasing is well illustrated by the following passage from Song of a Traveller: Spring, which in Philadelphia is wild./Is not in Boston yet. Like a stubborn child/Who will not curtsey to the lady she thinks a witch,/Spring...
...limits, but Ruark rambles entertainingly about hunting, about shipping out on a rust-bucket freighter, and about the Old Man's tactful peace overtures to a Boy who has run away and who wishes his pride allowed him to run home again. It may occur to the reader that what the author has preserved is not merely leaf pressings of his own boyhood. The time has passed already, for instance, when most boys in the U.S. dreamed for three months a year of the opening of quail season. For that matter, the time has passed already when an African...