Word: aura
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...pervading aura of manure seemed to guard the show grounds protectively, beckoning those familiar with its odor to come inside but warding off those not accustomed to it. I likened it to some delicacy peculiarly palatable to high society and rather than show my colors. I spent the day sniffing away as though I were savoring the bouquet of a fine brandy...
...Greenberg did Pollock a great service by writing about his work intelligently and with passion, but he did not "tell" Pollock how to paint. (That dubious privilege would be reserved for weaker artists in the '60s, who wanted to attach themselves to Greenberg's by then mythical aura as a trend spotter.) In any case, Wolfe is inept at dealing with thought, and his account of Steinberg's and Greenberg's criticism is utterly garbled. He cannot treat their writings as argument, only as manipulation. He seems not to have read them, only read about them...
...Hefner. Even before Hefner clongated it, stuffed it-into a smoking jacket, and plastered it all over the newsstands and his DC-9, the rabbit's reputation rested mainly on a swift (wham, bam, thank-you ma'am), productive (litters the year round) procreation. Then Hefner air-brushed its aura and made the rabbit the symbol of his whole slick fantasy world. But when you're inventing fantasy to entertain your children during a long, boring car trip you leave out the details that enrapture the slavering American male. You retrograde modern romance, back to Northrop Frye's original "love...
...builds on a simple theme until at a peak of intensity, drums and bass enter flying. Brown rides on top, climbing all over the tonal scale in his musical fury. Then as suddenly as they began, Altena and Bennik stop. The dichotomy of solo and ensemble work emphasizes the aura of loneliness which Brown evokes in his solo passages. The piece finally ends with a slow restatement of theme and a despairing musical squiggle by Brown into the upper register...
...some respects, Saigon retains an aura of almost unreal normality. In the markets it is business as usual. The streets, filled with Hondas, pushcarts, hookers, shine boys, beggars and wounded war veterans, are as noisy and chaotic as ever. Food is still plentiful because the roads to the Mekong Delta remain open. But tea and coffee from the Highlands, avocados and lettuce from Dalat and lobsters from Nha Trang are all bound to run out before long. Many dance halls and teahouses have been closed, and the curfew has been moved back to 9 p.m. so that diners...