Word: darkeners
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...that Pavarotti had ventured beyond light lyric roles into the deeper waters of dramatic Verdi. It is a step wise lyric tenors do not take until they are 40 or so (Pavarotti is 41), for fear of damaging the vocal cords. At that age, the voice usually begins to darken and toughen. Pavarotti's voice is still lighter than one is used to in this music, but he made the adjustment skillfully and convincingly...
...first debate, CBS constructed an entire set in New York, shipped it to Chicago, repainted it to darken the background, then spent 200 man-hours reviewing the set, painting it once more, building new furniture and restitching the green carpeting for the candidates' platform. At air time an estimated 700 technicians, reporters, television executives and candidates' staff members jammed the WBBM-TV building in Chicago. The network said it spent $633,000 on the production. The producers kept trying to move the candidates closer together than they wished; ABC did best, placing their lecterns just six feet apart...
...promise that the bank would make good any losses only seemed to darken the mood. Indeed, one old woman fainted at the news and had to be brought around with brandy. To gain restitution, the depositors would have to declare the contents of their boxes, something that the law does not normally require of them. But in France, where hiding wealth from tax collectors under mattresses and in bank vaults is a national custom, such declarations promised to expose many depositors to trouble from the government...
...STOP!" SHRIEKS ADELAIDE Bobo, "You're too pale." Running to a shoeshine box which rests at the foot of a coffin, she grabs a disc of shoepolish and proceeds to darken the black actor's face. He stands patiently while the smirking Miss Bobo spits and polishes him to the proper hue. As ringmaster Archibald exhorts...
Until the winter sky begins to darken, Sissela Bok, the wife of the President of Harvard University, the mother of three children, the daughter of Nobel Prize winner Gunnar Mrydal, is alone in a small garret on the top floor of her Cambridge house. She has more than a room of her own up there; she has a whole land to herself where she can dream and reminisce, a land no foreigner can invade...