Word: delights
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...church as well as the man, chronicling emerging theology and internal discord as well as papal deeds. We always tried, however, to find the detail or anecdote that would humanize each Bishop of Rome for our readers. Thus we reported that Pope Pius XI, a scholar, took special delight in mechanical contraptions and gladly accepted the gift of a dictating machine from Thomas Edison. The ascetic Pope Pius XII allowed a pet goldfinch, named Gretel, to perch on his arm each morning as he shaved. And on busy days in his office, the formal Pope Paul VI often doffed...
...Jeannie. But Williams' pastiche of mime, light-speed improvisation and complex clowning is giving that one-joke vehicle a new velocity. Delivered with his engagingly boyish grin and calculated inflections, such gibberish as "nano, nano" (meaning hello) and "nimnul" (meaning jerk) can send audiences?and producers?into paroxysms of delight: last week the show shot up to seventh place in the Nielsens. "This guy is going to be a superstar with or without this series," observes Dale McCraven, the co-creator of Mork & Mindy. "He's such an overwhelming personality that he could never play a regular sitcom husband with...
Sundays are especially trying. That is the day when, before the strike, masochistic New Yorkers took perverse delight in setting aside eight or nine hours for plowing through the 4-lb., 400-page Sunday Times to reassure themselves that nothing had really happened after all. "My Sundays are ruined!" cries Paula Gamache, a senior treasury analyst for Revlon, Inc. "There's no substitute for the crossword puzzle. I do it every week, I'm that compulsive." To fill the empty hours, Pronto, a trendy East Side Italian restaurant, is offering a Sunday brunch for the first time, and similar affairs...
...call politics isn't so different from all the other games you've watched on a big screen, peering through the cigar smoke and hollering at every score--and then the cheers erupted. But they weren't cheers. Screams would be the better word, or maybe squeals: the sheer delight of a naughty five-year-old who wakes up on Christmas morning to find not the threatened lump of coal, but a shiny toy truck in his stocking. Sweet Mother of God, he's actually winning, the cheers were saying, then tailing off to a manageable uproar. But what...
...touch of originality: "The Duke is dead, long live the King," on and on for a solid seven minutes--good, lusty, raw-throated cheering. Then the man struggled into the tent and the blood frenzy began, an animal roar on the verge of losing control, the disbelief and delight and confusion all muddled together, losing all sense. The band switched from its 14th rendering of "Stardust," all of them bad, into a very passable rendition of the B.C. fight song. Reporters aside, everyone there knew all the words...