Word: cloak
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...house in Amsterdam's Jewish quarter. There he painted what he loved most: his companion and mistress Hendrickje, his ailing son Titus, and his magnificently wrought Biblical scenes. One problem still baffled experts. The three-quarter-length figure, dressed in the heavy folds of a reddish brown cloak, is a young man of 18 or 20. Titus in 1655 was only a lad of 15. The experts' explanation: Rembrandt often used his models only as points of departure, aged and emphasized features at will...
Then Editor Gore ran into trouble. A year ago, objecting to Senator Joe McCarthy's attacks on President Eisenhower, he called on his fellow Wisconsinites "to shake off the soiled and suffocating cloak of McCarthyism." Then Editor Gore stepped out of his role as newspaperman. As his idea caught on, he used his job plant to print petitions for McCarthy's recall, and he organized the Joe Must Go Club to handle the flood of incoming mail and petitions. He also made speeches around the state, found himself a rallying point for anti-McCarthyites...
...allegory, a heroic drama that beats its swords into similes a work whose verbal abundance begets theatrical poverty. Brief scenes excepted, the play is most interesting where philosophically it is least so: in the first act where the situation is forged, where there is some of the clang of cloak-and-sword drama, where the words still fly upward. Thereafter, when they attempt to go inward, they suggest not a scalpel but an embroidery needle. Moreover, Fry is so unsimple with language that he can never really be complex about people. His deserter who sees himself "reduced to one dimension...
...Esther is bored. Then all at once Hannibal (Howard Keel) crushes the Roman legions and marches on the city. "Ah," cries Esther, "wotta day!" She sneaks out to meet the enemy on her own terms. Hannibal orders her put to death. Esther takes off her cloak. He orders her put to bed. The tactical problems she presents are so engrossing that Hannibal forgets all about his warlike intentions. Rome is preserved...
There has come to my attention a copy of a letter addressed to you from Herbert A. Philbrick, erstwhile informant for the FBI and currently cloak-and-dagger columnist for the New York Herald-Tribune Syndicate. . . The Philbrick letter, stylistically, appears to be irony, though with somewhat less deft a touch than one likes to see. This is said not by way of criticism--even Swift produced some lemons in his time--but as explanation of the possibility that I might have have misinterpreted Mr. Philbrick's intent. As it stands, the inferences appear to be two: (a) that because...