At 08:54 AM 6/22/2003 -0700, you wrote:
>It was "The Tower of London" (1939), an obscure historical potboiler.
Aha! Basil Rathbone at the climax of his villain phase just before he
became Sherlock Holmes even when Sherlock ended up in Washington, DC during
World War 2. There was a funny story about Rathbone's irritation at having
to lose his sword fight with Errol Flynn at the climax of the non-Kevin
Costner Robin Hood. Rathbone apparently had actually studied fencing to a
championship level and could probably have sliced up Flynn like a roast.
Two of the poor man's last movies were called Ghost in the Invisible Bikini
and Hillbillies in a Haunted House. To prove I'm not making this up, I'm
quoting the plot of the latter directly from E Online's database:
>A group of country and western singers spend the night singing and
>screaming in a haunted house. Between songs and shrieks they uncover a
>diabolical plot to steal a formula for rocket propellant.
>The pportraits I'm thinking of are both in the Oxford Anthology v. 1 (1973.)
> This may be the greatest of all poetry anthologies. What other contains
>Marvell's Damon the Mower, Pope's Epistle to Dr. Arbothnot, and the complete
>texts of Dr. Faustus and The Way of the World? Anyway the pictures are
>both credited there to the National Portrait Gallery, but they may have
>moved since. Perhaps someone who's in London could pop by there and let us
>know.
There IS one image, a rather poorly reproduced woodcut(?), of Donne sans
mustache or beard, and yes, he does look a bit like a doofus. There is
also one by Robert Lentz, a splendid contemporary liturgical artist and
iconographer, of the bearded and blackclad courtier poet seeming to
prefigure his future as Dean of St. Paul's by having the Sacred Heart
exposed in his own chest. Regardless of ones religious convictions it's
quite an image.
http://www.bridgebuilding.com/narr/gjd.html
Ken
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