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A Last Diary

Auhtor: Bruce Frederick Cummings

Language: english
Published: 1920

Genres:

biography,  health
Downloads: 236
eBook size: 364Kb

Review by Timothy B. Riley, April 2008


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Last Diary':

An Assassins Diary is the title of a book released in 1973 which was based on part of the diary of Arthur Bremer the would-be assassin of Alabama Governor George Wallace. Bremer shot Wallace at a shopping mall in Laurel Maryland while Wallace was making his third campaign for President on May 15 1972. In the book Bremer states that he was not particularly opposed to Wallaces political agenda which many had branded as white supremacist but that his primary motive was to become famous and that he had also stalked President Richard M. Nixon. Paul Schrader was partly inspired by Bremers diary when he wrote the screenplay for the 1976 film Taxi Driver directed by Martin Scorsese. Peter Gabriels 1980 song Family Snapshot from Peter Gabriel (III) was inspired by An Assassins Diary.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Last Diary':


... is that both the Journal and Enjoying Life were prepared by himself for publication, though the latter appeared after his death, whereas A Last Diary ...
... and a little Latin. Up to the age of nine, when he started to attend a large private school in the town, he was slow of apprehension, but of an inquiring ...
... Pole first. . . . You ask for my dyspepsia in a way which, my dear, good lad, I cannot resist. Well, it has been bad, damned bad. There you are. I ...
... well says, immutable. In the nude, declared Barbellion, more than once, with an air of blunt finality. Yes, but only as he imagined himself to look ...
... a kind of disgust for his own emaciated appearance, arising, not improbably, from his aesthetic admiration for the human form in its highest development. ...
... in life. I intended never to write in this diary again. But the relief it affords could not be refused any longer. I was surprised to find I could scribble ...
... me to remain on the hard road between those two high hedges fending me off from little groups of desirable birch- trees in the woodlands on each side. ...
... sea again. I am too tired now to shoulder the burden of Hope again. This chance, had itJbeen earlier, had been welcome, but in this present mood Life ...
... of cards. The optimist and believer must bear in mind such things as the C.C.S. described by M. Duhamel, or this from M. Latzko's Men in Battle :. The ...
... know the plover. It's called the lapwing sometimes only a few young at a time. B. Four. N. Yes. Now Charlie used to show me partridges' nests with ...
... neck, and holding the matchbox, struck a light and kissed her at the same moment. She said, I ought not to let you really, quite calm. I was in too ...
... him on the Mires, and we exchanged greetings. He was a round, tubby, short man with a stubble of beard. Devon folk would have called him bungy, stuggy. ...
... with the dagger between my teeth. I am mauled, battered, scorched, but not slain. The dagger I hope to see published by Messrs. Chatto and Windus next ...
... there is another scrunch, scrunch, but this one goes round to the back door. There is a hammering on the door (they all know Nanny is deaf) and I hear ...
... and exquisite beauty that runs through the story this diary tells. Lord in heaven, what is it. Mr. Wells is sympathetic and almost too generous. ...
... detail comes back, and indeed has never left me. Along each bank margin grew a row of alders, and in the bed of the river were scattered great slabs ...
... pictures I can recall, but do not know what they represent even now. March 26th, 1919. Time lures me forward. But I've dug my heels in awaiting those ...
... drama, (said to annoy, of course). Damon and Pythias, sneered one, and we laughed aloud. We carried our youth like a flag through those dusty ...
... that was my motive and the cause of my delight. April 16th, 1919. I am still miserable, especially on E.'s account, that dear brave woman. ...
... then.. Messines.. Ah. I didn't go so far north as that.. It was so hot, I lay on my couch with my rugs, etc., off. But the street boys were ...