He was an imposing and sombre personage, before whom the choir boys in alb and in jacket trembled, as well as the machicots*, and the brothers of Saint-Augustine and the
matutinal clerks of Notre-Dame, when he passed slowly beneath the lofty arches of the choir, majestic, thoughtful, with arms folded and his head so bent upon his breast that all one saw of his face was his large, bald brow.
Is all this precious time to be lavished on the
matutinal repair and beautifying of an elderly person, who never goes abroad, whom nobody ever visits, and from whom, when she shall have done her utmost, it were the best charity to turn one's eyes another way?
"Ata," explained So-ta, when I questioned her as to the purpose of this
matutinal rite; but that was later.
One morning in particular, he started to sneer at me over our
matutinal coffee.
Could I paint a picture of Raffles with something other than my pen, it would be as I saw him that bright March morning, at his open door in the Albany, a trim, slim figure in
matutinal gray, cool and gay and breezy as incarnate spring.
I, however, was sending him daily screeds, and both
matutinal and nocturnal telegrams, the composition of which afforded Raffles not a little enjoyment.
He wrote warmly about his enjoyment of romance, friendship, books, teaching and the rural life, the "pleasure of fresh mornings, driving alone on country roads, smoking my
matutinal cigar, mentally planning the contents of my coming lecture whose sequence and organization are falling wonderfully into place, crystallizing in sparks of sunlight."
How will the exposed side endure open day, it had been devised to purl in streams, murmur to a lover, hold converse with stags, how will it endure burnt by the silhouettes of caustic cloud, will it be shuttered, harden where the membrane should divest itself of amplifier hum, buzz of electric labour, whooshing poplars, sough of reeds uprooted with a scrabbled scream,--a tricky God repurposing those reeds to mouthpieces in ligatures, leafage once cover for its pipes in hush
matutinal, pulses violently like a speaker cabinet.
Whereas the buglers of Part 1 summon Americans to their
matutinal tasks, the buglers of Part 2 (Francis Bacon, Edward Gibbon, and Alexis de Tocqueville) call to different audiences and employ different registers.
They become, like CNN'S reporters,
matutinal beachcombers, constantly sifting through the sand for something momentous washed in overnight by the tides.