Word: charcoaling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...grey-eyed wife Yvonne, for he will permit neither clocks nor radio in his bedroom. After a breakfast of black coffee and dry toast (croissants on Thursdays and Sundays), De Gaulle changes from striped pajamas to one of the ten double-breasted suits (navy blue, black, or charcoal grey) chosen and laid out by his valet, scans the morning papers and listens to the 8:15 news broadcast before crossing the hall to his office in the Salon Doré, also on the Elysée's second floor. The room is furnished with a Louis XV desk...
Rudolph Oetker has a lot to make the bankers happy; he collects pictures almost as avidly as companies, has a Frans Hals portrait in his library, and a striking charcoal sketch by Käthe Kollwitz in his headquarters office at Bielefeld. Its title is Aid the Starving, but it seems to reassure the moneymen...
...Tolstoy-all close friends of the artist. There was a startling psychological study of Lenin, done in 1921, which captures his aggressive intelligence. From Pasternak's later period in Berlin there was a sketch of a dark-haired, mustachioed Albert Einstein playing the violin. Most of the 82 charcoal, pastel, chalk and red pencil drawings in the show demonstrated Pasternak's talent for capturing a fleeting moment of gentleness and humanity-a talent that made many an aging visitor stop, catch his breath and murmur: "Ah, that is the way I knew him too." Nosed...
...into a collection to buy it for the National Gallery. By last week, these and other contributions reached within $980.000 of the cut-rate $2,240,000 that the academy is now willing to settle for. Prime Minister Macmillan thereupon announced that the government would pay the difference. The charcoal drawing thus just misses topping the price of the most expensive oil painting ever sold−Rembrandt's Aristotle Contemplating the Bust of Homer, which Manhattan's Metropolitan Museum of Art bought for $2,300,000 at auction last fall...
...that weighs 160 lbs., he gets rather queasy about the evening cookout. He sloshes his Scotch from cheek to cheek like a chipmunk hoarding for a famine and finally gulps it like a plug of tobacco. His pouring hand is so erratic with the lighter fluid that he practically charcoal-broils the house...