Word: disporting
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...disasters. Plague-ridden corpses are artistically strewn on smooth fields; soldiers flash evil grins in cartoon style-one even ecstatically licks the blood off his knife. Clavell has doubtless been studying Pieter Bruegel the Elder: as the soldiers descend into the only unspoiled valley in Europe, the peasants disport themselves with picturesque energy. But always there is the obtrusive sense of the camera, always the feeling that every improvisatory step has been choreographed to death...
When the four nobles appear disguised as "Muscovites," they have white satin trousers and tall black-fur headgear with chin straps, and disport amusingly like a quarter of Don Cossacks. The messenger of sad tidings, Mercade (Barry Corbin), turns out to be an ambassador complete with chest decorations, attended by a pair of underlings carrying umbrellas and the indispensable attache cases...
...Soul Brother." Outwardly undisturbed by the furor in Washington, Powell continued to disport himself on Bimini (which he calls "Adam's Eden") in the company of the comely Corinne (whom he calls "Huffie"). By now, Powell treats the Bimini natives as if they were his constituents. Whether holding forth at his favorite hangout, Brown's Hotel bar in the tumbledown gingerbread village of Alice Town-where he sips Beck's beer and "cowbells" (Cutty Sark and milk)-or slapping backs on the street, Powell calls the Biminians "my kin" and "soul brother." At week...
...opened last week to grunts of approval in Rome's Gallerie La Salita. He is Richard Serra, 27, whose credentials include a Master of Fine Arts degree from Yale and a Fulbright fellowship; he is currently deep in his zoo period. On exhibit were crude cages in which disport two turtles, two quail, a rabbit, a hen, two guinea pigs and a 97-lb. sow. The big pig oinks away as part of a work called Live Pig Cage I. "I'm not saying the pig is art or is not art," says the artist, "but she makes...
...would not be Ireland if there were no contention, and disputed judgments. So we rather like the measured praise of the Dublin Evening Herald: "It must be admitted that, except for a rather small dose of shamrockery, which foreign writers on Ireland like to disport themselves with, this is a comparatively objective article-often coming refreshingly close to sensitiveness...