In proportion as the modern class struggle develops and takes definite shape, this fantastic
standing apart from the contest, these fantastic
attacks on it, lose all practical value and all theoretical justification.
In black fantastic shapes, dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there.
The fantastic character of these instruments fascinated him, and he felt a curious delight in the thought that art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.
He died in 1631 after having furnished a striking instance of the fantastic
morbidness of the period
Nothing could be more weird than the appearance of these seemingly basaltic summits; they stood out in fantastic
profile against the sombre sky, and the beholder might have fancied them to be the legendary ruins of some vast city of the middle ages, such as the icebergs of the polar seas sometimes mimic them in nights of gloom.
What, you don't admit that there are such fantastic
people among the peasants?
In the brook, again, was the fantastic
beauty of the image, with its reflected frown, its pointed finger, and imperious gesture, giving emphasis to the aspect of little Pearl.
I had seen a picture of a youthful Italian "freak"--or "freaks"--which was--or which were-- on exhibition in our cities--a combination consisting of two heads and four arms joined to a single body and a single pair of legs-- and I thought I would write an extravagantly fantastic
little story with this freak of nature for hero--or heroes-- a silly young miss for heroine, and two old ladies and two boys for the minor parts.
And those little keys, the object of general curiosity, were being passed from hand to hand, when the attention of some of the guests was diverted by their discovery, at the end of the table, of that strange, wan and fantastic
face, with the hollow eyes, which had already appeared in the foyer of the ballet and been greeted by little Jammes' exclamation:
I soon accustomed myself to this fantastic
position, as well as to the comparative darkness which surrounded us.
Now one perceived with affright at the very top of one of the towers, a fantastic
dwarf climbing, writhing, crawling on all fours, descending outside above the abyss, leaping from projection to projection, and going to ransack the belly of some sculptured gorgon; it was Quasimodo dislodging the crows.
The warriors were still some little distance away, advancing slowly, making, after the manner of their kind, a frightful din with their savage yells and the pounding of their naked feet upon the ground as they leaped up and down in a fantastic