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...Bliss, 83, English composer and Master of the Queen's Musick; at his home in London. Bliss startled staid English audiences after World War I with his chromaticism and unusual instrumental combinations in works like Rout (for ten instruments and a soprano who sings nonsense syllables) and A Colour Symphony. He later wrote film scores, notably for the 1939 H.G. Wells' fantasy Things to Come, ballet music (including The Lady of Shalott for the San Francisco Ballet) and an opera, The Olympians, with a libretto by J.B. Priestley. Named court composer in 1953, the musical equivalent of poet...
...astute reader may not need to be told about the Oedipus complex, but may need to know that "the Ashes" is a term given to the five-match series between England and Australia for world supremacy in cricket. * Excerpt: "Fantong refilled two glasses with double whiskeys the colour of her skin. The doctor remembered that in his house the Commissioner's Marie was waiting-for nothing; after Fantong there was nothing left he could give to any woman...
...cemetery and eat off the tombstones." At San Jose State College, they were the rage of the Phi Kappa house, and eventually they graduated to a local college hangout, where they were paid off in peanuts and beer. Their twisted versions of folk classics ("Black is the colour of my love's true hair") neatly spoofed the ethnic folkniks, and within a few years the brothers were smothered with TV offers. On Johnny Carson's Tonight Show, Tom met Bette Davis, launched into a disjointed discourse in praise of her acting, then suddenly exclaimed with a sly leer...
Victory brought an outpouring of happier copy. "Capture the excitement of our victories," said one ad, "on Kodak colour film." Read another: "The Tiran Straits are open! And the export of C.D. Edible Oil resumed." A brewery ad pictured Israeli Actor Mike Burstein in uniform pouring a glass of "Beer -a drink to victory...
...book-stall or to enter any book-shop is to witness a terrific scene of Internecine warfare between the Innumerable latest volumes, almost all of them violently vying with one another for one's attention, fiercely striving to outdo the rest in crudity of design and of colour. It is rather like visiting the parrot-house in the Zoological Gardens, save that there one can at least stop one's ears with one's fingers, whereas here one merely wants to shut one's eyes." Sir Max Beerbohm, The Observer...