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...rarely misses an opportunity to burnish that image. At week's end he took off from Washington on 30 minutes' notice to slog through the muck in hurricane-struck Florida and Georgia. He squeezed in some handshaking and speechmaking along the way, reassured homeowners that "as long as I'm President, when there is any need, I'll meet it." Within hours, he was back at the White House. "We have a job to do here," he tells visitors, "and we are going to try to do that first." And if he can squeeze...
...Venture in Triviality." "We burnish the truths of Society as we see them," says Buckley. National Review has held that racial segregation is "not intrinsically immoral," and it opposed the civil rights bill on the grounds that it ceded to the White House "the powers of a despot." When Pope John XXIII, in his Mater et Magistra encyclical, seemed to be saying that a little socialism was not necessarily bad, Buckley, a Roman Catholic, attacked the encyclical as "a venture in triviality." He also objected to last summer's Freedom March on Washington: "Mob-deployment in circumstances that call...
HAMLET. Although Richard Burton as Hamlet and Hume Cronyn as Polonius burnish all the richness of language, wit and humor of the play, this revival, and specifically Burton's Hamlet, lacks the burning passion, the mind-tossed anguish, the self-divided will that Hamlet must have to be a true prince of tragedy...
HAMLET. Although Richard Burton as Hamlet and Hume Cronyn as Polonius burnish all the richness of language, wit and humor of the play, this revival, and specifically Burton's Hamlet, lacks the burning passion, the mind-tossed anguish, the self-divided will that Hamlet must have to be a true prince of tragedy...
...style, then, makes A World of Love an above average work. As her opening description of the countryside around the Irish castle, she writes: "The sun rose on a landscape still pale with the heat of the day before. There was no haze, but a sort of coppery burnish out of the air lit on flowing fields, rocks, the face of one house, and the cliff of limestone overhanging the river. The river gorge cut deep through the uplands. This light at this hour, so unfamiliar, brought into being a new world--painted expectant, empty, intense. This month was June...