The scanning of the Burlington needs to be enlarged or redone,
possibly. I have trouble reading the footnotes especially, which, if you
want to find out the story about the transfer of Goya’s Black Paintings
to canvas, for example, is really where the action is.
Another item is if you are doing a multiple keyword search, say “Goya
(saturn or saturno)”. You will see a list at the top of the page which
tells you that ONE or more of the items from your search appears on
so-and-so page; but, when one of these items is much more common than
another, as in this case, that tells you very little useful information.
They should separate that list by keyword, or at least give you the
option to do so.
Comes to us from the recent edition of the New York Review. Michael
Massing, writing about who
joins the military, explains: “One night, on a visit to Buffalo Wild
Wings, a cavernous bar/restaurant on Arsenal Street, I approached a
table of young men who were drinking beer and munching on chicken
wings.”
I picture Massing, or his editors, imagining subscribers pausing,
chin-in-hand, to look out at their windows and wonder at a world with
such marvels as Buffalo Wild Wings in it.
Louis De Wohl, a German with an alleged penchant for cigars and
cross-dressing, was an astrologer working for the British MI5 during
the 1940s. He was courted by high-ranking intelligence officials to
develop information on the date of the German invasion of London to
the best dates for battle, the Independent said Tuesday.
De Wohl wrote a report in 1943 that said it was important to utilize
astrology when developing strategies against Germany because Hitler
allegedly employed seers and astrologers.
Does the following passage come from the PR arm of a prestigious
scientific research journal or a novel by Michel Houellebecq ?
In many monogamous animals, including marmosets and humans, males of
high genetic quality are less likely to invest time in paternal care
than are those of lower genetic quality. The theory behind this is
that females view males with good genes as so desirable to the quality
of their offspring that they are willing to sacrifice help with the
rearing, letting the men get away with not being around. Lower-quality
males make up for their poorer genes by being supportive and aiding in
child rearing.
I’ve made a couple of comments here,
at Crooked
Timber,
and The
Valve,
more or less in jest, over the last two years or so about how I thought
that The Invention of Morel was the key to all of Lost’s
mythologies. Well, if I’m not mistaken, Sawyer was puzzling over a copy
of it in tonight’s episode.
I strongly suspect that ABC employs a fleet of young nerds to scour the
internet for conversation about its programming, and that comment (or
one like it; I rather doubt I was the first person) caught someone’s
eye, a copy of the New York Review books
edition
was purchased, and it made its way up the prop-chain.
Moss, Wells, and Chigurh* are all products of Vietnam in the novel.
Their experience is contrasted with the Sheriff’s in the Second World
War, and McCarthy’s not foolish enough to portray the former as a loss
of innocence. In the film, Ed Tom does not confess his lack of heroism,
nor does he mention being in the war at all, as far as I can remember.
Wells has appeared to adapt to the prevailing norms, with his talk of
being a day trader and his apparent pragmatism; but, in the novel, it is
Chigurh who has become the model corporate citizen–efficient,
principled, and dedicated.
I’m reeling after the Suns’ stupendous loss to what should be,
theoretically, my new hometown team. The extraordinarily homeric Hornets
announcers failed to mention during the game that the Suns were playing
without Shawn Marion, who, to paraphrase Gregg Popovich, is a big part
of we what do here. You may have heard that Marion was traded to Miami
(along with someone named Marcus Banks) for Shaquille O’Neal, the most
ruinous basketball player of his generation. I found myself pulling for
Detroit, of all teams, in 2004, to overcome his baleful, sidereal
enchantments. And they did. The Mavericks got what they deserved.
This phrase, closely kin to “would
of”, shows up in a line of dialogue
early in McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men.
Unlike Harrison, McCarthy uses eye-dialect (and has the tic of omitting
apostrophes in contractions–where did this come from?), but it’s
inapplicable, strictly speaking, in this case.
The google books corpus reveals a similar usage on p. 247 of Gass’s
Omensetter’s Luck.
UPDATE:
Page 72 has, in dialogue, “I wouldnt of thought it.”
As I have an interest in Spengler’s influence in England, and in British
historiography of the early-mid 20th C more generally, I was quite
curious about Hugh Trevor-Roper’s
piece on Toynbee in the New York
Review. I didn’t expect it to be quite so acidulous:
Behind what his biographer calls “his mask of modesty,” which became
in time a grotesque parade of “humility,” there was a raging egotism.
In this he reminds us of another great egotist who also ended as a
self-important prophet vaticinating in the void, Thomas Carlyle. When
Carlyle was constipated, all history had to writhe and groan with him.
