Word: dulled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...curious how badly Harvard comes off in The Pedagogues, since like most books about Harvard it appears to set out to be adulatory and in fact to use Harvard as an attractive gimmick to make people read what would be an otherwise dull book. Pier is constantly going to great lengths to have his characters say how much they enjoy their six weeks in Summer School, how glamorous and exciting Cambridge is, how sincere and diligent they are about their studies. At the end practically everybody agrees that they have just finished the most blissful summer of their lives. Pier...
...find a connection between the artist's life and work, between the raw material and the finished product. Like any kind of analysis, this can easily be carried to dangerous extremes, but applied cautiously and selectively, it can add new dimensions to both the fiction and the reality. A dull life can be suddenly transformed through the prism of fine words and sensitive observations, or a Technicolor-surreal tale reduced to believable black and white when it is seen as a reflection of an actual incident...
...rhetoric was Anthropologist Edmund Leach's charge that anti-Marketeers were misty-minded isolationists who showed "the same degree of contact with rational probability as a New Guinea cargo cult." On the other side, angry leftist Playwright John Osborne denounced the EEC as "the last desperate dream of dull, dim tradesmen without vision, imagination or self-respect, feeling for life or history...
Fenway Park is something else. Later in the year, I heard, high up in the bleachers someone stood up midway through a late inning of a dull game, dropped his pants and underwear, stuck out his tongue, and started screaming the Sox encouragement. The cops led him away, as I guess was only to be expected--no one tried to stop them, but everyone cheered the dude. When the games get dull--American League baseball seems sloppy and unspirited to me, though maybe that is just my prejudice, taught from infancy to hate the Yankees and worship Willie Mays...
...trip was flat and dull from there on in, except for a little run in with the Iowa State Trooper. He flagged us down when I was driving and the guy hid his speed under the back seat. The cop went to the front of the car and searched around for a full minute, then got up and told me to get out of the car. The tall man in the mountie's hat brought me to the front of the caddy to show me that one of the headlights was out. And he told us we could...