Word: drabs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Father Mazzi was for 14 years pastor of the church of Santa Maria Delle Grazie in the drab, working-class Florentine suburb of Isolotto. On the theory that conventional methods would have no impact on his parishioners, most of whom regularly vote Communist or Socialist, Mazzi shucked his cassock and collar for the jacket and high-necked sweater of the Italian workman...
...Bertha. The Krupps followed strictest rules of primogeniture, loading the whole of family wealth and power upon the eldest child. Siblings were absorbed into the firm, but only as drab underlings. After Fritz's death in 1902, the succession fell to his daughter, Bertha, and led to the long reign of a king-consort, Gustav von Bohlen und Hal-bach. Hand-picked by the Kaiser to marry the munitions business, he was also granted the right to use the Krupp name and to pass it along, though only for one generation and only to his eldest...
...worst is over," the patient said confidently to himself, feeling the deadening novocaine take control of the right side of his mouth. He had a few minutes to think, and looked past the dreary green window curtains out at the drab, decaying, worn brick roofs of Cambridge buildings. "Soon I will be back out there," the patient thought to himself, "where there are real battles to fight, instead of the false battles in this etherized hell." With that though, he forgave his fear, and thought of women, and of whiskey...
...Moses, Cicero, Freud and Einstein loom; John recalls that a fellow named Ulysses also went on a journey. Ultimately, however, what is wrong with the film is the Beatles. They are not in it. Except for the songs and a final sequence in which they appear live in some drab sing-along footage, they had nothing to do with Yellow Submarine. All but the most confirmed Beatlemaniacs can profit by their example...
...Yale's helm, Brewster has guided the University one step further down this perilous course. For his boys, there will now be no more waiting in drab New Haven station for trainloads of weekend sex. They will no longer have to pace back and forth on the platform of Track 8, chewing their fingers and sweating in their pants. Instead, they will go blissfully about their daily business, because out of the blue sky of creation a Yale baby has been born...