A door opens from audience POV. A man tumbles out of the door and falls, slides and slithers down two flights of stairs and is dead when he hits the bottom. Then follows nearly minutes of flashback and flashbacks-within-flashbacks about a veteran returing from the war, tired and disillusioned, only to find that he girl he loves has lied to him about her relationship with another man, and that man is sadistic, boastful and tauntful.
Did you know Edit. Pearce's Baking Powder"--the first commercial cream of tartar baking powder--can be seen behind them. Vincent Price 's grandfather became very wealthy as the inventor and marketer of that product. Goofs When Joe from inside his apartment shoots at the cops who are standing outside his door; it leaves bullet holes in the door.
But on a following cut after speaking with the little girl and going back into his apartment; there are no bullet holes on the interior side of the door. Quotes Maximilian : [when called on an elaborate lie] Good heavens, do I have to apologize for superior imagination?
Crazy credits Opening card: " Soundtracks Symphony No. Allegretto uncredited Music by Ludwig van Beethoven. User reviews 43 Review. Top review. Partially successful noir. Fonda plays Joe, a returning veteran, now a blue collar worker who falls in love with young, pretty fellow orphan Jo Ann Bel Geddesonly to come up against Price. Price plays Maximilian, a creepy magician with a show that features dogs and Charlene Ann Dvorak.
At first, Maximilian asks Joe to stay away from Charlene because she's his long-lost daughter and he wants better for her. While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. Isaiah In a little wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the LORD thy Redeemer.
Genesis For these two years hath the famine been in the land: and yet there are five years, in the which there shall neither be earing nor harvest. Exodus Six days thou shalt work, but on the seventh day thou shalt rest: in earing time and in harvest thou shalt rest.
Psalm ,17 The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast All Night Long the light and the sun…. The tree seemed to lengthen itself out as she went up, and to reach farther and farther upward. It was like a great main-mast to All Night Long voyaging earth; it must truly have been amazed that morning through all its ponderous frame as it felt this determined spark of human spirit wending its way from higher branch to branch.
Who knows how steadily the least twigs held themselves to advantage this light, weak creature on her way! The old pine must have loved his new dependent. More than all the hawks, and bats, and moths, and even the sweet voiced thrushes, was the brave, beating heart of the solitary gray-eyed child. And the tree stood still and frowned away the winds that June morning while the dawn grew bright in the east.
Sylvia's face was like a pale All Night Long, if one had seen it from the ground, when the last thorny bough was past, and she stood trembling and tired but wholly triumphant, high in the tree-top.
Yes, there was the sea with the dawning sun making a golden dazzle over it, and toward that glorious east flew two hawks with slow-moving pinions. How low they looked in the air from that height when one had only seen them before far up, and dark against the blue sky. Their gray feathers were as soft as moths; they seemed only a little way from the tree, and Sylvia felt as if she too could go flying away among the clouds.
Westward, the woodlands and farms reached miles and miles into the distance; here and there were church steeples, and white villages, truly it was a vast and awesome world. The birds sang louder and louder. At last the sun came up bewilderingly bright. Sylvia could see the white sails of ships out at sea, and the clouds that were purple and rose-colored and yellow at first began to fade away. Where was the white heron's nest in the sea of green branches, and was this wonderful sight and pageant of the world the only reward for having climbed to such a giddy height?
Now look down again, Sylvia, where the green marsh is set among the shining birches and dark hemlocks; there where you saw the white heron once you will see him again; look, look! And wait! The child gives a long sigh a minute later when a company of shouting cat-birds comes also to the tree, and vexed by their fluttering and lawlessness the solemn heron goes away.
She knows his secret now, the wild, light, slender bird that floats and wavers, and goes back like an arrow presently to his home in the green world beneath. Then Sylvia, well satisfied, makes her perilous way down again, not daring to look far below the branch she stands on, ready to cry sometimes because her fingers ache and her lamed feet slip. Wondering over and over again what the stranger would say to her, and what he would think when she told him how to find his way straight to the heron's nest.
The guest waked from a dream, and remembering his day's pleasure hurried to dress himself that it might sooner begin. He was sure from the way the shy little girl looked once or twice yesterday that she had at least seen the white heron, and now she must really be made to tell. Here she comes now, paler than ever, and her worn old frock is torn and tattered, and smeared with pine pitch.
The grandmother and the sportsman stand in the door together and question her, and the splendid moment has come to speak of the dead hemlock-tree by the green marsh. But Sylvia does not speak after all, though the old grandmother fretfully rebukes her, and the young man's kind, appealing eyes are looking straight in her own. He can make them rich with money; he has promised it, and they are poor now.
He is so well worth making happy, and he waits to hear the story she can tell. No, she must keep silence!
What is it that suddenly forbids her and makes her dumb? Has she been nine years growing and now, when the great world for the first time puts out a hand to her, must she thrust it aside for a bird's sake? The murmur of the pine's green branches is in her ears, she remembers how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sea and the morning together, and Sylvia cannot speak; she cannot tell the heron's secret and give its life away.
Dear loyalty, that suffered a sharp pang as the guest went away disappointed later in the day, that could have served and followed him and loved him as a dog loves!
Many a night Sylvia heard the echo All Night Long his whistle haunting the pasture path as she came home with the loitering cow. She forgot even her sorrow at the sharp report of his gun and the sight of thrushes and sparrows dropping silent to the ground, their songs hushed and their pretty feathers stained and wet with blood.
Were the birds better friends than their hunter might have been, -- who can tell? Whatever treasures were lost to her, woodlands and summer-time, remember!
Bring your gifts and graces and tell your secrets to this lonely country child! From a letter to Annie Fields, written in early Fields, Letters Howells thinks that this age frowns upon the romantic, that it is no use to write romance any more; but dear me, how much of it there is left in every-day life after all.
She isn't a very good magazine story, but I love her, and I mean to keep her for the beginning of my next book and the reason for Mrs. During the nautical polar night period, there is no trace of daylight, except around midday. It happens when there is no nautical twilight and only astronomical twilight occurs at the solar culmination. Nautical twilight happens when the Sun is between six and twelve All Night Long below the horizon.
There is a location at the horizon around midday with more light than others because of refraction. AlertNunavutthe northernmost settlement in Canada and the world, experiences this from November 19 to January Oodaaqa gravel bank at the northern tip of Greenland and a disputed most northerly point of landexperiences this from November 15 to January The astronomical polar night is a period of continuous night where no astronomical twilight occurs.
Astronomical twilight happens when the Sun is between twelve and eighteen degrees below the horizon and astronomical night when it is lower than that. There are no permanent settlements on Earth above this latitude.
During the astronomical polar night, stars of the sixth magnitude, which are the dimmest stars visible to the naked eye, will be visible throughout All Night Long entire day. These conditions last about 11 weeks at the poles. The North Pole experiences this from November 13 to January If an observer located on either the North Pole or the South Pole were to define a "day" as the time from the maximal elevation of the Sun above the horizon during one period of daylight, until the maximal elevation of the Sun above the horizon of the next period of daylight, then a "polar day" as experienced by such an observer would be one Earth-year long.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Natural phenomenon when the night lasts for more than 24 hours, occurring only inside the polar circles. The Aurora Research Institute. In The Back Of My Mind - Amurekimuri - Amurekimuri (CD, Album)
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