Word: dimly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...India's tense and teeming political stage. Rajrishi Purushottamdas Tandon, 68, white-bearded and frail, had beaten candidates backed by Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru for the presidency of India's dominant Congress Party. Nehru stood for progress and Westernization (with important reservations). Tandon stood for the dim & distant past, for pressure on the Moslem minority, for a Hindu state (with no reservations whatever...
Like Hemingway, Colonel Cantwell was in the Italian army as a young man, was wounded, and was decorated by the Italian government. Like Hemingway, he has a game knee, loves Venice and Paris, was with the first troops to reach the French capital, takes a dim view of Field Marshal Viscount Montgomery, dislikes books on war by writers who never got near the fighting. Colonel Cantwell, like his creator, addresses women he likes as "daughter," was divorced from a war-correspondent wife, loves art and hunting, talks a carefully arranged language of tough-guy sentimentality...
...treatment of his arthritis, had already regained a bit of the nimbleness his knobby hands were famed for, had set to work painting sprightly watercolors and oils of his new surroundings. Dufy's New England looked rosy as his view of U.S. art was dim. He had filled the Charles River with a champagne-fizz of sailboats and bright ripples, turned the boxy Suffolk County courthouse into a castle of air, given Boston Harbor's fishing fleet a carnival atmosphere, set Beacon Hill on its ear and made the Georgian brick halls of Harvard dance...
...hour of the siesta. A Chinese soup vendor beat a hollow stick on a block of wood, click-clack-click, to proclaim his wares. Beyond the lake, in the pagoda of the Seven Crows, a wizened old man in a black robe bent in prayer before a dim effigy of the great Buddha. On the deserted curb five tattered Vietnamese newsboys were playing "to'," an Eastern version of craps...
...Bailey is weakest where it might have been richest: in Author O'Donnell's sketchy, fleshless recounting of the trials that took place there through the centuries. He seems to be chiefly interested in showing off Old Bailey's progress from the dim, grim, soulless courtroom of the Reformation days, when more than 200 different crimes carried the death penalty, to today's "fine and stately" oak-paneled Central Criminal Court, where justices take a not-guilty verdict calmly...