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...Altar for el-Shaddai. Author Hill draws on imagination to describe the vale of Shittim, location of the wicked cities of the plain, Sodom and Gomorrah, though with benefit of modern geological research. "A pall of thin, grey haze hovered ominously over the valley and the smell of sulphur filled the air. There were places . . . where naphtha oozed from the ground, slimy and flammable. There was also asphalt (bitumen) for the gathering . . . Petroleum gases and light fumes of sulphur often hung on the air above the plain . . ." Through Canaan ran an enormous geological fault, and a shift in this...
...sleuthing job breeds special techniques. The older film gets, the worse its stench. Says Daniel Jones, chief film scout for NBC's Project 20: "I go into an old film vault like a truffle hound. I go to the cans that smell worst first." Then he dumps water on them against the common risk that the old film may burst spontaneously into flames...
...poetic mixture of sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch that makes up a child's world is most beautiful in scenes of Rufus alone written outside the general text: "... (the curtains in the room) ... were touched by the carbon light of the street lamp, they were as white as sugar. The extravagant foliage which had been wrought into them by machinery showed even more sharply white where the light touched, and elsewhere was black in the limp cloth." These scenes were meant to be inserted in the story's sequence a la Faulkner, but Agee died before...
...live at night; at night the hampsters creep away into their sawdust rooms, the rotten exhaust smell congeals and drains away down a sewer, and you can live, you can feel yourself breathe when you walk along an empty street; the world is yours because you're the only conscious being left to give it meaning; at night I become myself, the way I want to live...
...Look, see the dawn smiling over there to seduce my night away? Dawn is pulling herself up into the night on the stars." He fired his cigarette away into the street. "You can feel it, can't you; you can feel the night bleeding away; can't you smell the festering corpse of a day thinking up my night...