Word: delight
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...right for this petty monster of farce. Skittering about like a bespectacled magpie, Symonds' Harpagon is a sprite of the cashbox, an imp of interest rates, a tooth-clacking, raggedy-cloaked, stringy-haired witch of usury. To see him is a pleasure. To see him undone is a delight...
...first state to set up an arts council. He loves to conduct bemused state legislators through the executive mansion past Calders, Picasso tapestries and Klees, pointing out their hidden beauties. "They have recognized that art is not a liability from a political point of view," he says with delight. In fact, the legislators have voted to open the capitol's corridors to exhibits of artists from different areas. Rockefeller is proudest of the part played by the Museum of Modern Art, for which he has twice served terms as president. The Modern's great achievement, he feels...
...wheelchairs, on crutches, on their knees. Some have only stumps in place of hands and feet; others are completely covered with ugly open sores. Smiling gravely, the priest greets them all, clasping some to his breast, kissing others, lifting the children high in the air until they giggle with delight. Thus begins a day in the life of Paul-Emile Cardinal Léger, 65, prince of the Roman Catholic Church, confidant of three Popes and 14 years the Archbishop of Montreal...
...brilliantly styled poems, essays, novels (Before the Bombardment, 1926; The Man Who Lost Himself, 1929; Miracle on Sinai, 1933) and his monumental five-volume autobiography (Left Hand, Right Hand!), he re-created in all its opulence the belle époque in which he spiritually lived, yet, ironically displayed whimsical delight in shattering the social and cultural shibboleths of his peers. He described himself in Who's Who as one who "has conducted a series of skirmishes and hand-to-hand battles against the Philistine. Though outnumbered, has occasionally succeeded in denting the line, though not without damage to himself...
American and British composers have been misrepresented to some extent by the works which have proven digestible, but it still seems that they possess a weary delight in the mood of the rose-garden. The typical audience salivates for the caramel center of he symphonic repertoire. Its decayed sweet tooth cannot be extracted by more sugar, and its delight in gratuitous perfumes cannot be disciplined by more profferments of dusty oleander. This never-ending recovery of "adolescence" and "national roots" on the part of Anglo-Saxon composers, their incessant celebration of the precious and popular, reaches an apotheosis of sorts...