Word: awe
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Wilkof is fine as Seymour, the mass murderer with a heart of buttercream chocolate. But the spotlight belongs to Ellen Greene. Her Audrey is a sweet, sexy, slightly dizzy blond with an Elmer Fudd lisp and wittle-girl wiles. Then Greene sings-and the theater walls buckle in awe at her volume and power. In her solo, Somewhere That's Green, in which she dreams of a home with every consumer cliche the '50s could offer, and in her second-act duet with Wilkof, she proves that Ellen Greene, not Audrey II, is the wildest force of nature...
MacNeil does not shy away from expressing his emotional reactions to these experiences--a freedom that the ethics of this craft prevented him from exercising while covering the events. MacNeil emphasizes his continuing, if somewhat ironic, fear of missing the big story, his awe for various world leaders, and his frequent fear for his personal safety. The journalist naturally has an eye for the unusual anecdote MacNeil got directions to a telephone immediately after the Kennedy assassination from a man experts now believe was Lee Harvey Oswald Rather than settle for the stock picture of political strife, he paints...
Williams finds a poignance in Garp which is appropriately reflected in the other characters as well. The hero becomes "Sir Scum" and creates frantic medieval battles for his sons on the front lawn. He is constantly staring at the kids in awe. "I will never write anything that lovely." Garp tells his wife Helen (Mary Beth Hurt) after tucking sons Duncan and Walt into bed. Helen provides a steady and more serious influence throughout, and Roberta Muldoon (John Lithgow), the tight end-turned-transsexual effectively becomes the best friend a Garp could ever have. Even the puzzling Jenny Fields (Glenn...
...will not take place exclusively in the roadhouses. There have already been skirmishes up in the loftier precincts, where a well-turned antique compliment (Dr. Johnson to Boswell: "Men know that women are an overmatch for them") now sounds more like a neat way of undercutting a woman with awe. James Thurber, invited to talk to the graduating class of Mount Holyoke College in 1949 ("The idea of addressing the flower of American womanhood would terrify me even if I could see"), declined by invoking a story about a World War I soldier who, peering down into a bottomless enemy...
...campus, one could and occasionally did walk to Walden Pond, The Advocate published with some regularity, and the clubs were a center of College life. As Thornton F. Bradshaw '40, later president of Atlantic Richfield and RCA, recalls: "The Porcellian, Delphic, A.D. and Fly were still spoken of with awe by those of us who were in the lesser clubs" Adds Thomas Boylston Adams '33. "There were classes of course. Some time had to be given to them. But the object of coming to Harvard was suddenly apparent. It was to get into a Club. The Club was as pleasant...