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Ford, Ford Madox Carcanet Press Ltd. PDF


On the twenty-eighth of June 1914 I stood on the edge of the kerb in Piccadilly Circus and looked at London. I did not know it but I was taking my last look at the city – as a Londoner. And yet perhaps

I did know it.

I was feeling free and as it were without weight. It was a delicious day, the sky very high and bright above the Fountain; the flowergirls had brought with them a perfect mountain of colour. The

Circus was blocked and blocked and blocked again with vehicles.

The Season had a week to run but was at its height. But I was going that night for a long stay to the birthplace of my great-great-grandfather, Dr John Brown, at Duns in Berwickshire. I was finished with the Season. I was tired out and my private affairs in literature were all arranged for me. I had ‘made my effort,’ as racing people say, during the last six months. I had always held two things. No man should write more than one novel. No man should write that novel before he is forty. I had been forty six months before. On my birthday I had sat down to write that novel. It was done and I thought it would stand. There was to be no more writing for me – not even any dabbling in literary affairs.

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Chapter 10

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 10

The thing about hippies was: we never thought ourselves included in that sweep—no one I knew, at least—a term made up by Life magazine probably, or Newsweek. It was not a self-anointed demographic in 1971. But the name always seemed hokey, a grand and stupid reduction like most generalizations. The deepest truth is quirky, unaccountably individual. But so many of us looked the part by then, the kneejerk idea of hippie. Certainly parents bought into that and worried.

Because it was pretty much standard issue for anyone under 25: dress-down grubby though every detail was carefully, almost religiously, thought out. You’re just a reverse snob, that’s all, my mother decided, having given up her hope that my college wardrobe would be cured by Seventeen magazine. The real dress code: some mix of the seriously worn—just short of worn-out—those blue jeans, turtlenecks, flannel shirts, sandals or work boots, old army jackets or navy pea coats, Indian print bedspreads made into skirts, now and then a peace sign hung or pinned or painted on, those macramé belts that never fastened right, the ubiquitous small, beat-up canvas backpack or shoulder bag. Long hair, of course, on pretty much everyone, and the bra was history, not even quaint. But none of this automatically meant anything; it wasn’t exactly I see by my outfit. It was way more confusing than that, more complex.

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8. The Red River Campaign and the Camden Expedition

Robert W. Lull University of North Texas Press ePub

Chapter Eight

The Red River Campaign and the Camden Expedition

The Red River Campaign was a Union effort to take the war into Texas. Its objectives were to stall Emperor Maximilian of Mexico in his threats to the borderlands and potential alliance with the Confederacy; take control of cotton production resources in the Southwest; and crush the Confederate determination west of the Mississippi. The stage for this campaign was set with the Union victories at Vicksburg and Port Hudson in July 1863. The Union had successfully cleaved the Confederacy. It was time to exploit the gains.1

The overall strategy was a multi-axis attack on Confederates in the Trans-Mississippi southwest. Army and Navy would work together under Major General Nathaniel Banks and Rear Admiral David Porter. Banks would move west from New Orleans overland and link up with Admiral Porter, and his flotilla of gunboats moving up the Red River. They would then push north up the Red River with Shreveport as their target. Simultaneously, Union Major General Frederick Steele’s VII Corps (with thirty-eight regiments in three divisions, with approximately twelve thousand men) was to strike southwest from Little Rock to Shreveport and link with Banks—setting the stage for an invasion of Texas.2 Williams’ First Kansas Colored Infantry was part of Steele’s command.

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Neil Peart ECW Press ePub

Zion National Park, Utah



TO OPEN ON A POSITIVE NOTE—or positive chord, more like, G Major perhaps—this is a portrait of a happy man. And we do not use the word “happy” lightly. The attainment of where he is standing (Angels Landing) will be recounted soon, but the backstory is important, too. The rock combo he had played in for thirty-nine years was on “indefinite hiatus,” and his bandmates (the Guys at Work) had agreed not to even talk about work for at least a year.

(Just after the band’s tour ended, he was enjoying one of the pleasures of being home, the Sunday crossword, and saw this clue: “Rush job?” The answer was “rockconcert,” which made him smile—nice tribute!—but also think, “Not for a while!”)

So for the first time in over a year, he wasn’t counting down the days until his next departure. For the first time in ten years, he was free of work obligations and schedules, and for these few days, he was even free of family commitments. Some months ago his wife, Carrie, announced that she was planning a trip to Chicago and New York City with her mother and their daughter to visit friends of hers, and she asked him to join them. When he thought about airports, luggage, hotels, and big cities, he said, “You know what? I’ve had enough of all that for a while. You girls go and have a good time. I’ll stay home—maybe go on a roadtrip for a few days.”

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16 Divorce, 1968-1971

Richard Westwood Utah State University Press ePub

In 1968 Georgie and Orville returned to Mexico and tried the Rio Grande de Santiago again. They found part of one of the boats from the 1967 trip on the bank near a village and it still said “Georgie” on it. Orville said, “So when we showed up with additional boats saying ‘Georgie,’ there was a lot of excitement. And they had a party for us.”

The local people had cut up the boats and used them to patch knotholes in their canoes and make soles for their shoes. Orville said, “I thought it was a shame that they cut the boats up. They were perfectly good when we walked off and left them. The boats weren’t bad. They were upside down.”1

In July 1968 Joan DeFato made her first of many trips with Georgie. She wound up doing a dozen trips with her, about half of them as a passenger and the others as a helper. On the 1968 trip, Georgie only took the big boat, and she was the only crew. A man called “Bouncer” (George Price) was the only person on the boat who had taken the trip before, so Georgie had twenty-one rookies. She ran the boat all day, then made the meals with help from passengers to open the cans. When she got up in the morning, Georgie would gas up the boat, change the spark plug, go around and jump on all the sections. If they were not as hard as she wanted, she would pump them up by hand. She did all this herself; she had just a fantastic amount of energy. Joan said:

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