Word: casualities
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Kansas to the University of Texas, more concerts are given, more students attend, and when the campus string quartet is not in session, one simply switches on the hifi. But in general, the thing to be, on the subject of art-or on any subject, for that matter-is casual. "Anything that is in any way heroic or looks heroic," says Philosophy Major Peter Gunter of the University of Texas, "thumbs down. Don't ever stand up and pound your fist about anything, because that is sort of childish...
...busy for casual gallery browsing, Niarchos relies on auction catalogues, a network of watchful employees and the tips (as well as enthusiasms) of his well-heeled collector friends. His behind-the-scenes maneuvering reached a climax when he bought the Robinsons' collection without seeing anything more than a catalogue (though his handsome Greek wife Eugenie, who often drops in at galleries, did fly to Los Angeles under an assumed name for a firsthand look...
...French army, inertia, poor pay, bad quarters and a casual official unconcern for the soldiers' dependents back home sap morale. Most of the generals, according to Servan-Schreiber, are ribbon-happy pols who insist on military operations in keeping with their inflated status even when their sectors contain no one in particular to shoot-except innocents...
...best elements of The Vanishing Hero are the fineness of the writing--a rare quality in criticism--and occasional casual but telling remarks. Again and again, O'Faolain pins his subject down with a sentence; but then he fails to realize the implications of his basic assertion. It is only in the last few pages, about Joyce, that O'Faolain is consistently impressive. For the first time he does not seem confused, and his words have the ring of sympathy. The source of his understanding and sympathy are made clear in his penultimate tirade against the horrors of Joyce...
Hard Work. Paar's peculiar combination of casual intensity and wit has caused one fan to call him "a cross between Billy Graham and Fred Allen." He cracks that he is "Lawrence Welk without music." Not far beneath his self-deprecating, unruffled exterior is a sensitive, often defensive man whose slight-looking build (6 ft., 174 Ibs.) shoulders a sizeable chip. Proclaiming his motto to be "Leave everybody to hell alone," Paar lives quietly with his second wife, a daughter, 8, and swimming pool in suburban Bronxville, N.Y. "I'm so lovable," Jack says. ". . . There have been...