Word: brilliantly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...regular three-year course, stayed on for a postgraduate year before going back to Philadelphia and bluffing his way through the Pennsylvania bar exam. "I had to bluff," he says. "I didn't know anything about Pennsylvania law." A fellow lawyer of the 1920s recalls Goren as "brilliant," but no one could prove it by Lawyer Goren himself. In his 13 years of practice, he never made more than $5,000 a year. "I didn't give up the law," says Goren. "It gave me up." What the law gave up, bridge took...
Again it was sheer murder. Columbia, with weatherbeaten Briggs Cunningham at the helm, raced to a 600-yard lead on the first six-mile windward leg of the 24-mile course. Cunningham increased the advantage with brilliant sailing both into the wind and with colorful spinnaker runs...
...against the pavement? The question is indeed pertinent, because the blessing is offered in the beautiful 137th Psalm. Such provocative questions are raw material for C. S. Lewis, amateur Christian theologian, whose thoughtful books, lectures and articles on the subject (notably The Screwtape Letters) are now supplemented by a brilliant new volume on the psalms. Philosopher Lewis concludes, among other things, that modern man might be better off if, like psalm people, he broke a few more windows and staged a few more moderate riots. See RELIGION, Lewis on the Psalms...
...With a brilliant eye for contrast, he leaves these "resurrected" to describe a nearby cemetery where 8.000 mummies are on view, dating from the 16th century to as late as 1920, and including priests, professors, young virgins, even "an American consul with a big black mustache." The book is at its best in an account of how New York City's Mayor Vincent ("Mr. Impy") Impellitteri returned to his native village in 1951. With no blasphemous intent, Levi describes the visit in the way some of the simpler Sicilians might have seen it-as the story of the Saviour...
...were more time at I Tatti. A whirlwind tour of the museum Berenson, for it is literally that, doesn't suffice even for a first look. But Berenson would be awaiting his visitors at Casa al Dono. Time remained only for a few photographs. The Tuscan light, often over-brilliant, favors subjects admirably. A deep grey light of great clarity pronounced the rich earth colors of the Sassetta-like hills with their patterned bushes. The occasional pieces of white sculpture became phantasmal objects in their arbors of thick foliage. The tall veridian poplars of Piero della Francesa made familiar shapes...