Word: croaking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...bits Great Propositions and their opposites." On the emotional plane, however, there is no doubt about who wins. The inmates set up a mad clamor for Marat's cause. Drooling, twitching, cross-eyed, filthy, they stagger about the stage like broken bugs. "We want our revolution," they croak in cracked chorus...
...they croon in June and croak in August, the best that the Orioles usually can hope for is to be remembered in September. They have not won a big-league pennant since 1896; they are the team that Mighty Casey struck out for; and they peddled Babe Ruth away for $2,900. Still, all those past transgressions will be forgiven this year, unless the Orioles find some curious new way to commit suicide. Last week, slightly past the halfway point of the 1966 season, they were leading the American League by a full seven games...
...Bach Society concert Sunday evening in Paine Hall began with a croak from the horn. The first piece on the program was Webern's arrangement of the Ricercare of Bach's Musical Offering, and the theme of Frederick of Prussia's is first stated by the horn alone; admittedly it is a dirty trick to play on the unfortunate hornist, but it is a common enough practice, and this particular player was not up to it. He also succeeded in spoiling a large part of the orchestral accompaniment to the soprano in the Beethoven aria Primo amore, piacer del ciel...
...path. Lothar Fischer sculpts figures that resemble the inscrutable distortions of a first-grader's picture of teacher. Painter Heimrad Prem piles hills and houses in pell-mell landscapes, colors them pink. Hans-Peter Zimmer paints big green frogs that seem to have something to croak about. Helmut Sturm's Romeo and Juliet embrace in a tangled orgy of lines, their faces hidden by a bright red blush. Through...
...stated, French Novelist Nathalie Sarraute's newest novel is a plotless collection of cultural chatter about an imaginary French novel. Like her own book, the new work is called The Golden Fruits. It is praised extravagantly by a few literary lions. Cultural toadies in Parisian salons begin to croak approvingly about it. A few foolish rebels dare suggest it is unreadable...