Word: browed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...last book was written under a painful burden of arthritis. What kept her going? "My gambler's spirit, my instinct for the game of life." Night after night, often all night, the aging lioness with the mad grey mane and a brow like Beethoven's sat writing under the strong blue light she loved. "Go away slowly, slowly, without tears; forget nothing! Go away adorned, and do not stop on the irresistible way, do not stop for rest except to die. And if you have, to the very end, kept in your hand the friendly hand that guides...
...Brotherly Love. "When things get too violent," explains Robert, "Mama has to come in from the kitchen to mediate." There is nothing, they say, like Mama's eggs in purgatorio (fried eggs smothered in sautéed tomatoes) and a spot of vino to cool a heated brow...
...buildings that comprises the Vien Hoa Dao. While his spokesmen read a statement threatening "a civil war that will take tens of thousands of lives because of the short sightedness, irascibility and irresponsibility of the present government," Thich Tri Quang, hardly a bead of perspiration blotting his unfurrowed brow in the 105° heat, silently looked...
Such are the arias of soap operas, day in and day out, on daytime television, the last outpost of the knitting brow and the purling organ. Once, nighttime TV was the only phase of programming that interested sponsors and networks; today, television executives are laughing on the other side of their phases...
Slowly, solemnly Artur Rubinstein unfurled his arms and began to play the familiar melody. His nobly sloping brow tilted heavenward, his wispy white hair swirled about his dome like a wreath of cumulo-cirrus, his milky blue eyes shuttered in repose. Then, suddenly, everything went haywire. His left hand skittered out of control, his right did nip-ups. Harmonies collided, the tempo skidded and stumbled. Rubinstein did not bat an eye. His family and friends, huddled around the Steinway in a Manhattan hotel room, laughed heartily...