Word: crone
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...alms, food, drink. One gay interlude came when a ragged peasant orchestra evoked a reedy little tune from the big band in the pit. Thereafter the tension grew grimmer. The beggars danced madly while Leah swept in to whirl despairingly with a groveling hunchback, a hideous, pawing old crone. Rocca's orchestra reached a frenzied climax as Leah faced her bridegroom, suddenly screamed like one gone mad. Just as abrupt was the hush when the verdict was passed. "A dybbuk has her ... a dybbuk, a dybbuk. . . ." Curtain went down with every instrument in the orchestra simulating the horror...
...Smythe. Indeed I do remember you!" But it's Smith, Madam; as in Smithsonian, you know. "Smithsonian? Indeed I have seen it. Rare specimens there; yes, yes." And there were the ushers unctuous and important with gardenias. There was the music of an orchestra, and the husky crone of a singer: There was "Ah, Sweet Mystery Of Life", there was, "The Lady In Red". There were loud voices, there were louder glances. There were immaculate dress shirts, and there was the Vagabond's. There were laughing faces, and cracking smiles. There were great cascading bouquets, there were wall flowers...
...Viennese lady, handsome in bouffant black. In Lohengrin she is a bewigged wedding guest. In Mignon she gets a laugh, mincing along with a bird cage. In Carmen she wanders backstage selling papier-mache pumpkins. In L'Anima Allegro, she was a pipe-smoking gypsy crone (see cut). In Tannhauser few years ago she substituted for Maria Jeritza as the corpse of Elizabeth, because that strapping diva dreaded being carried down a stage mountain on a small bier. And in dozens of other operas "Maman" Maria Savage is a familiar figure to music-loving New Yorkers...
...years before, Pompeo Leoni had numbered them. Some time in the 15 years after Mr. Dalton opened the chest, somebody cut out and presumably destroyed about 180 of the 779 drawings. One of these, it is known, was a picture of a handsome young man embracing a hideous crone. The surviving drawings include a superb series of anatomical studies of men, not one of a woman. Kenneth Clark indicates, does not say, that someone in the prudish, provincial court of George III found the 180 in bad taste...
...duty to rescue French aristocrats imperilled by the Revolution, uses as his signature. Versatile, altruistic, Sir Percy kidnaps deserving members of nobility on their way from dungeon to execution block. On business trips to France he disguises himself with a putty nose and the long skirts of a peasant crone. In London, visiting his tailor or attending prizefights, he behaves like an effeminate fop. The almost superhuman difficulties of his undertakings are increased for him by domestic troubles. He suspects his wife (Merle Oberon) of being sympathetic to the new regime in Paris...