Some fourteen or fifteen years ago, in an essay I called The Leader Follows -- Where??

`` Listen please '', I called to the students in French.

I had had my name taken out of the telephone book, and this was partly because of a convict who had been discharged from Sing Sing and who called me night after night.

To the Weston house came once William Allen Neilson, the president of Smith College who had been one of my old professors and who still called me `` Boy '' when I was sixty.

His very honest act called up the recent talk I had with another minister, a modest Methodist, who said: `` I feel so deeply blessed by God when I can give a message of love and comfort to other men, and I would have it no other way: and it is unworthy to think of self.

Now, more than five years later, I cannot in any realistic sense be called a trained soldier.

Afterwards I learned that Eileen had called Thelma on the telephone and made a big scene about Thelma trying to take her husband away.

It was late, we were playing kissing games, and Jessica and I were called on to kiss in front of the others.

I knew that both these cynics were waiting with impatience for the dramatic moment when Viola was called to the stand.

We didn't even know them till about a month after we moved -- at that time, they had called on us, after I met Fran at a PTA meeting, and had taken us in hand socially.

They were always leaping to light cigarettes, open car doors, fill plates or glasses, and I mistrusted the whole lot of them to the same degree that I mistrusted bake shops that called themselves `` Sanitary Bake Shops ''.

) The film was called The Diet of Worms, which I felt was just what Letch deserved.

At the same time, however, I availed myself of the services of that great English actor and master of make-up, Sir Gauntley Pratt, to do a `` quickie '' called The Mystery of the Mad Marquess, in which I played a young American girl who inherits a haunted castle on the English moors which is filled with secret passages and sliding panels and, unbeknownst to anyone, is still occupied by an eccentric maniac.

`` If you saw the drama called Rhinoceros '', I said, `` think of the effect it would have on an audience of rhinos when the actor on stage suddenly begins turning into a rhinoceros.

A couple of years back, I occupied a Village apartment whose outer staircase contained the type of niche called a `` coffin turn ''.

I had come to Chicago from New York early in September with a dramatic production called Ask Tony.

I'm sending you a couple of customers -- yeah -- just get them out of my hair and keep them out -- I don't give a damn what you tell them -- only don't believe a word they say -- they're out to make trouble for me and it is up to you to stop them -- I don't care how -- and one more thing -- Cate's Cafe closed at eleven like always last night and Rose and Clarence Corsi left for Quebec yesterday -- some shrine or other -- I think it was called Saint Simon's -- yeah, yesterday.

I seized the rack and made a western-style flying-mount just in time, one of my knees mercifully landing on my duffel bag -- and merely wrecking my camera, I was to discover later -- my other knee landing on the slivery truck floor boards and -- but this is no medical report.

I said, `` Do we know each other, Miss ''??

Two uniformed officers, a couple of plain-clothesmen I knew, and two other men stood on a gray cement area next to the pool on my left.

The rest of the time I devoted to painting or to those other activities a young and healthy man just out of college finds interesting.

I quit work at my usual hour as if this day was no different from other days.

I saw a dozen or so other outriggers moored there.

It is these other differences between North and South -- other, that is, than those which concern discrimination or social welfare -- which I chiefly discuss herein.

I asked the same questions inside the launch-control rooms of an Atlas missile base in Wyoming, where officers who wear sidearms are manning the `` commit buttons '' that could start a war -- accidentally or by design -- and in the command centers where other pistol-packing men could give orders to push such buttons.

I saw a piece the other day assailing William Buckley, author of Man And God at Yale and publisher of The National Review, as no conservative at all, but an old liberal.

But before I try to diagnose it, I would offer other evidence.

When we `` forced '' individuals to assume the corporate structure by means of taxes and other legal statutes, we adopted what I would term `` pseudo-capitalism '' and so took a major step toward socialism.

The fact that he has cast over those materials the light of a skeptical mind does not make him any the less Southern, I rather think, for the South has been no more solid than other regions except in the political and related areas where patronage and force and intimidation and fear may produce a surface uniformity.

A useful comment on his relation to his region may be made, I think, by noting briefly how in handling Southern materials and Southern problems he has deviated from the pattern set by other Southern authors while remaining faithful to the essential character of the region.

Miriam said that she must be assured that `` that other woman, Olga, will not be in luxury while I am scraping along ''.

To you, for instance, the word innocence, in this connotation, probably retained its Biblical, or should I say technical sense, and therefore I suppose I must make myself quite clear by saying that I lost -- or rather handed over -- what you would have considered to be my innocence two weeks before I was legally entitled, and in fact by oath required, to hand it over along with what other goods and bads I had.

As for the paid Hessians from other states, we are here to instruct the Indiana Democracy in their duty, I have nothing but contempt.

`` I should, of course '', he said, `` like any other man, be honored and gratified should the Democrats see fit to nominate me.

One afternoon, upon receiving permission and the necessary instructions from the clerk, I had visited the toilet adjoining the hall.

I felt certain that the director, like the afternoon clerk, seldom moved beyond the counter, that the hall, to them, was a jungle, a dark and unwelcome place.

`` I think the maids tipple in the afternoon ''.

I went to an afternoon service at the Aj.

`` I can fix him something later in the afternoon when we get home ''.

`` I would like to enact a little tableau this afternoon '', Rector said, He explained about the visit and the effect he wished to create, the picture of a very busy mission.

I lived to see an envelope of hers in the morning mail and to lock myself in my room in the afternoon to reread her letter for the tenth time and finally prepare an answer.

Recently I was struck anew by the divergent approaches, when in the course of one afternoon and evening I listened to no fewer than ten different performances.

I made plans for the afternoon -- doing the breakfast and luncheon dishes all at once, making the beds, and then maybe painting the kitchen.

In desperation Maggie consulted Eugenia one afternoon: `` Do you think you could find me something I could do here at home to make some money, so I could still watch the baby and do the rest of the things ''??

I did my shopping, had my dentist appointment, and from there I went to the women's lunch at our parish church where we discussed plans for the annual Christmas bazaar, so that dusk was beginning to gather when I drove home in the late afternoon.

`` Since we're having coffee with them this afternoon '', he said, `` I think I'll ask the daughter if we can pay her to come in every day to clean for us ''.

I won't be in town for a couple of days, though, and there's that case I was supposed to handle this afternoon.

Late in the afternoon, I was up on Seven again.

In that period, Niels Bohr was on a lecture engagement at the Princeton University and I remember one afternoon Willis Lamb came back very excited and said that Bohr had leaked out great news.

In Psalms, David states: " Evening, morning and afternoon do I pray and cry, and He will hear my voice " ().

" The rest of the day was spent going over the musical, and Sondheim would later say that " in that afternoon I learned more about songwriting and the musical theater than most people learn in a lifetime.

One afternoon of November, 1868, in the Park at Hawarden, I was standing by Mr. Gladstone holding his coat on my arm while he, in his shirt sleeves, was wielding an axe to cut down a tree.

The conditional statement " If I reach Thursday afternoon alive then Friday will be the latest possible day for the hanging " does little to reassure the condemned man.