Word: blanding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Pounds into Platinum. For more than three generations of Sunday-supplement readers, the Aga Khan was a fabulous figure who managed to combine the affluence and honors of an Oriental potentate with the predilections of a European playboy. His bland face and portly (240-odd Ibs.) figure, resembling those of a large and benevolent turtle, were constantly caught by news cameras-at the Royal Enclosure at Ascot, on a fashionable beach at Cannes, at a lavish masquerade ball in Venice, or amidst panoplies of Oriental splendor as devoted followers balanced his weight in gifts of diamonds, gold or platinum...
After a brilliantly witty commentary, Walter Piston '24, Namburg Professor of Music, conducted his own immaculate "Divertimento for Nine Instruments." Robert Brink was the fine soloist in the first local performance of the revised version of Alan Hovhaness' Concerto No.2 for Violin and String Orchestra, a rather bland neo-modal work. Carl Ruggles' extremely dissonant Angels was written for either string or brass ensemble; the performance here by strings could not equal the extraordinary effect that three trumpets and five trombones can achieve. The concert ended with Daniel Pinkham '44 conducting the combined chorus and orchestra in his new Wedding...
...trying to assert ideological independence of Moscow. Last week, as Polish Communists began to leak quotations from his pronouncements, it became apparent that Chairman Mao was putting himself on a par not just with Khrushchev but with the prophets of Marxism. "Marx and Engels." Mao had said with bland Oriental condescension, "did not know about these problems . . . Lenin mentioned them but did not enlarge upon them ... As for Stalin, his opinions can be considered only negatively...
...treasure. "I remember," said she, "when my son told me, 'Mama, those thieves are ruining everything. I have seen such things!' ' When her son disappeared, Mama Canali looked up his old associate Dante Gorreri seeking information, but all she got was an embrace and the bland question: "What do you hear of Neri...
West's books were virtually ignored, but for some readers they have long been collector's items. In the bland climate of U.S. letters, true satire rarely flourishes, but the chilling ferocity of West's satirical attack would be rare anywhere. It involves not only a total rejection of common American ideals, but a Swiftian loathing for the texture of life itself. In his earliest work West recognized this of himself, in the character of a Cultured Fiend who says: "I was completely the mad poet. I was one of those 'great despisers' whom Nietzsche...