Word: dulling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Dumaine (Anthony Mainionis) have arrived, with Air India tote-bags slung over their shoulder, intent on making a retreat--just like a trio of Beatles. The King (Charles Siebert), bearded, barefoot, and white-gowned, is their chosen guru, the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, speaking in a foreign accent. The constable Dull (Rex Everhart) is in khaki uniform with a sergeant's chevrons on his sleeves...
...just as funny when--saying, "Rust, rapier"--he kisses and resheathes it. Costard (William Hickey), his rival for the affections of Jaquenetta, wears red sneakers, striped pants, and an orange jacket with slogan buttons on the front and "Make Love Not War" embroidered on the back. When Dull drags him off, he yells, "Police brutality!"; and, soon after, he calls Armado a "Fascist Hindu!" Jaquenetta herself (Zoe Kamitses) turns out to be a yellow-stockinged blonde in a red and purple miniskirt, with sunglasses perched on her head and a transistor radio glued to her ear. Later she proves adept...
...scientists repeatedly urged NASA to get on with the job of planning trips to the earth's planetary neighbors. Since unmanned probes have all but proved that the moon is devoid of life, Nobel Prizewinning Chemist Harold C. Urey, for one, believes that it may be a "terribly dull object." Urey and many of his colleagues are now leaning more and more to the once unfashionable notion that life may be found elsewhere in the solar system-even if it is nothing more complicated than simple plants like moss or lichens...
...frustrating five years since the march on Washington apparently had taught Abernathy nothing. On June 19th the whites from the Maryland and Virginia suburbs came and marched again, in the dull haze of Washington's heats...
...general air in this second volume of his autobiography is one of diversion rather than dedication, the method more anecdotal than analytical; the result is a rather pleasurable belles-lettres excursion into nostalgia, not a profound exercise in self-revelation. Taken as such, it is rarely dull. In this book at least, written partly in 1931 and picked up again after World War II, Russell is still a master prose stylist and an elegant wit, with a bitchy touch of the Wilde...