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FRANCE'S famed Eugene Delacroix (1798-1863) once told an art student: "If you are not skillful enough to sketch a man jumping out of a window in the time it takes him to fall from the fourth story to the ground, you will never be able to produce great works." Delacroix's aim, as his friend French Poet Charles Baudelaire put it more precisely, was "to execute quickly enough and with sufficient sureness so as not to allow any element in the intensity of an act or idea to be lost." To this end Delacroix worked continually...
...reveals in the letters not the direction but the drive behind his thinking. To him, philosophy seems to have been a kind of verbal finger painting. As the nuns of the Little Company of Mary padded about him during the last decade of his life, he drew an appealing sketch of old age which also sums up much of his carefully Epicurean philosophy: "The charm I find in old age-for I was never happier than I am now-comes of having learned to live in the moment, and thereby in eternity; and this means recovering a perpetual youth, since...
...Wilder sketch, starring Mimi Bowen, is a character study of a mother who is completely devoted to her family. Maeterlinck's play is a satire which features Steve Mandel as Achilles. Gogol's "Gambler," oddly enough, is about a tale spun by a master card shark...
...late Reginald Marsh was a short, stocky, inconspicuous man, who for 34 memorable years moved quietly and almost invisibly about Manhattan with sketch pad and fountain pen. When he died last year at 56, the graphic record he left behind told what he had best loved and captured: the big city with its derelict Bowery bums, jaded burlesque queens and their wise-guy following of touts and sports, the day-to-day lives of Manhattan's anonymous masses, and everywhere-lolling on the beaches, powdering their noses in the mirror of a subway gum machine or just striding, windblown...
...captain hides. "Thank Providence!" the mother declares. "The last of Harry! Let's run home, and I'll make you some lemonade." Next, in startled succession, come the country doctor, a passing tramp, and the resident painter (John Forsythe), who calmly sits down and makes a sketch of the poor stiff. "Next thing you know," the captain splutters indignantly, "they'll be televising the whole thing." He and the painter fellow mull things over, decide to dig the hole for Harry together, and-after tea-they...