"... that impatient, all-demanding child who wants love and power and can't get enough of either and who goes on raging and weeping in your spirit ti… - Robertson Davies

The new priest in his whitish lab-coat gives you nothing at all except a constantly changing vocabulary which he — because he usually doesn't know any Greek — can't pronounce, and you are expected to trust him implicitly because he knows what you are too dumb to comprehend. It's the most overweening, pompous priesthood mankind has ever endured in all its recorded history, and its lack of symbol and metaphor and its zeal for abstraction drive mankind to a barren land of starved imagination.

Men have this climacteric, you know, like women. Doctors deny it, but I have met some very menopausal persons in their profession.

The fall of France must have been a bitter pill to Calvé. She had a poor opinion of Germans, both as people and as artists. It is sad to imagine what her last days may have been in her "robber-baron's castle" as Peggy Wood calls it. But one thing is certain; when death came, Calvé met it with spirit. No one who knew so well how to greet life could possibly fail to know how to greet death.