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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Truth." Of course I am always pleased when my name appears in TIME, so this is not a complaint. TIME is entitled to its view about Hubert Humphrey even when that view is very irritating to Humphrey. But you have taken the liberty to quote me wholly out of context. Your article says: "Humphrey himself senses the public's present wariness of pie-in-the-sky liberalism. 'It's the most dangerous thing in the world,' he says. 'That's what happened to Stevenson.' " And then the article goes on talking about Humphrey...
...only second-thoughts that come to mind about Wild Strawberries is that, in the Bergman context, it is a suspension movie without theme-and-motion unity, and that the acting, good as it is, might conceivably be set down as "support only" for Bergman's subtly undevised devices...
...Hungry Children." Painting their picture of American depravity, degeneration and despair, Soviet journalists used the propagandist's familiar technique of the half-truth and the fact wrested out of context. One recent article cited the high cost of U.S. medical care, but made no mention of compensating health insurance programs. The author also deplored the high tuition at Harvard, said nothing about tuition-free state and municipal schools, left the impression that only the children of the rich can go to college...
Gagaku's dances unfold stories of childlike simplicity in a context of barbaric splendor: a Mongol wanders the forest seeking a golden snake, finds it coiled at his feet, crouches in his stiffly encrusted robes to eat it, performs an angular dance of joy; four dancers in court dress, with cherry blossoms in their headgear, unfold with caressing steps from a circle, suggesting the blossoms in the imperial garden opening under the May sun. Even without masks, the dancers' faces are as unwaveringly expressionless as carvings in jade. The body movements are slow, solemn, almost architectural, with...
Some novels speak with nature's voices of silence, like a field of grass. At a critical touch they flatten elusively out of reach; uprooted blade by blade from the soil of context, their individual scenes and episodes wither. The authors of such books are easy to underestimate because they are so difficult to praise. Speaking softly on some quiet theme, they say little that is arresting, even when they are subtly telling all that is important. Russian Novelist Vera Panova is such a writer. Her subject: the day-to-day life of a six-year...