The Men who Make Our Novels

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Moffat, Yard, 1919 - 262 lappuses

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143. lappuse - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
60. lappuse - For myself, I accept now no creeds. I do not know what truth is, what beauty is, what love is, what hope is. I do not believe any one absolutely and I do not doubt any one absolutely. I think people are both evil and well-intentioned.
6. lappuse - ... halidomes" and similar stage-properties once so dear to our grandfathers. But I am friendly to Mr. Howells's stage directions; more friendly to them than to any one else's, I think. They are done with a competent and discriminating art, and are faithful to the requirements of a stage direction's proper and lawful office, which is to inform. Sometimes they convey a scene and its conditions so well that I believe I could see the scene and get the spirit and meaning of the accompanying dialogue...
11. lappuse - Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
31. lappuse - Those terms are that the prize shall be given "for the American novel published during the year which shall best present the wholesome atmosphere of American life, and the highest standard of American manners and manhood.
6. lappuse - ... she asked, turning swiftly upon him that strange, searching glance." "... she answered, vaguely." "... she reluctantly admitted." "... but her voice died wearily away, and she stood looking into his face with puzzled entreaty.
5. lappuse - Other authors' directions are brief enough, but it is seldom that the brevity contains either wit or information. Writers of this school go in rags, in the matter of stage directions; the majority of them have nothing in stock but a cigar, a laugh, a blush, and a bursting into tears. In their poverty they work these sorry things to the bone. They say : "... replied Alfred, flipping the ash from his cigar.
146. lappuse - ... and that now, if he would get a furlough and come home, she would marry him. Then, as if fearful that...
3. lappuse - It is good for the literary aspirant to realize very early that he is but one of many ; for the vice of our comparatively virtuous craft is that it tends to make each of us imagine himself central, if not sole. As a matter of fact, however, the universe does not revolve around any one of us ; we make our circuit of the sun along with the other inhabitants of the earth, a planet of inferior magnitude.
15. lappuse - No less, the fact remains that out of forty-nine years of living Mr. Tarkington has thus far given us only Seventeen. Nor would this matter were Mr. Tarkington a Barclay or a Harrison, or even the mental and artistic equal of the trio's far more popular rival, Mr. Harold Bell Wright. But Mr. Tarkington had genius. That is even more tragic than the "pleasant" ending of The Magnificent Ambersons.

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