Word: dulle
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What's less defensible is the number of shows that are being brought back prematurely or without much point. Nine, despite winning five Tonys in 1982, was a dull show then, and it's a dull show now. The main achievement of Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune, a revival of Terrence McNally's sentimental two-hander starring Stanley Tucci and Edie Falco, seems to have been to break up Tucci's marriage. (The show is closed, but he and Falco, who played a nude scene together, are now tabloid fodder.) Ma Rainey's Black Bottom...
...wonder that an occasion such as Mather Lather attracted so much attention and so many people. The students at Harvard deserve parties like this one—we have to find ways to release the pressures of a demanding academic life. Otherwise, we’ll end up dull and depressed—indeed, many of us have suffered that fate, at least according to a recent University Health Services survey in which half of all respondents said that they had been depressed in the last month and almost 10 percent claimed that they had considered suicide...
...photographer snaps away at his most recent painting at Art Night, Lamb smiles bemusedly, almost apologetically. “This is a really silly painting.” He points to a dull red that appears on the canvas and calls it “an institutional red, like the red on the edge of buildings.” What it needs, of course, is something original to brighten it up—for which Lamb is a natural...
...report of the president and treasurer of Harvard College warned that sports “interfere with, instead of clarifying and maintaining, mental activity; they convert the student into a powerful animal, and dull for the time his intellectual parts.” The report suggested limiting practice time to two hours a day and restricting competition to New England...
...years as a journalist I had never seen anything like this: a ragtag army with wailing families in tow, beseeching me to take news of their plight to the outside world. I walked among starving children, their tiny frames scarred by mortar shrapnel. Young men, toting rifles and with dull-eyed infants strapped to their backs, ripped open their shirts to show me their wounds. An old man grabbed my hand and guided it over the contours of shrapnel buried in his gut. A teenage girl, no more than 15, whimpered at my feet, pawed at my legs and cried...