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...syndicated column three times a week--and tussling occasionally with the State Department--Buchwald said he doesn't think he's become stale. "The most dangerous thing about anything you do for awhile is predictability, and the worst thing you want to happen to you is for the reader to know what you're going to say before they read the column; and that's why I try to mix up my columns so much and I won't necessarily stick with political stuff because people can get tired of that," Buchwald explained during one of his serious moments...
...turned-ideologue Adrienne Rich, who's always screeching things like, "It's the lesbian in us who is creative, for the dutiful daughter of the father in us is only a hack." Harrison diagnoses in Rich a "fossilized moral imagination," parochialism, whining, polemicism, and a penchant for boring the reader. She says "the tender conscience and the tough mind alike are confounded by this diatribe." Making a plea for intellectual generosity and open-mindedness, Rich's rhetoric leaves no room for a more complex truth. It's refreshing to hear one feminist speak of another with more candor than piety...
...conventional view that modern wars decide nothing, and that, in any case, individuals have no effect on their outcome. Toland cannot manage the magic of historic imagination that will make a reader really believe, as many Frenchmen and Englishmen believed in 1918, that the Germans were about to win the war. But it is hard to read his book without concluding that the course of these sprawling, murderous battles was often changed by individuals or small groups of men, whose sense of honor, courage, comradeship or simple professional efficiency drove them to extreme effort. Toland's most touching example...
...that all of these sundry things share one characteristic: they are means of connecting ourselves with "the mystery" that makes love important to the human race. The author extends his argument by noting that although mystery likes movement, we only perceive it when we stand still. Somehow, the reader gleans, the title of the novel relates to this concept...
...always ready with a bizarre scheme to rescue herself and her bemused followers. Toward the end, in the 1880s, matters seemed hope less. She was living in exile in Germany, fat, sick, impoverished, deserted by the faithful and under attack for fakery by the Society for Psychical Research. The reader feels like cheering when she turns up a few months later in London, outrageous as ever, leaking cosmological eye wash with every wheeze, as the head of a large and adoring band of occultists...