Word: dulling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Lord," says an A.F.L.-C.I.O. official in Washington, "I haven't heard Joe Hill sung at a meeting in 15 years-or anything else, for that matter." The typical local meeting is deadly dull and poorly attended. Members generally wear slacks and sport shirts, including bowling-and softball-league shirts for many who can hardly wait to get out of the hall and on to an avocation that is as often as not company-sponsored. (Another style note: for reasons that might require the services of a mass psychologist, the old white cotton sock has given way in Pittsburgh...
...seldom get a word in. And what would he say anyhow? He has failed his exams, so he cannot go to the university. He hates his own "girlish hands and all beaked nose thrusting out blindly like a day-old bird's." He is a Roman Catholic in dull bourgeois Belfast, where the "papist" minority moves with silent loathing among the majority Protestants -"the Prods." In short he feels doomed, and no one disputes his judgment. Not his solicitor father, an Eire-iiber-alles bigot who delights in Hitler's early military victories. Not his complacent mother...
...nearly 5 o'clock. Technician Oskar Anthamatten worked on the balky engine of a bulldozer. In the canteen a dozen men drank beer and munched sandwiches. Some 50 others were still in the barracks, resting up for the night shift. Suddenly there was a dull groan from the sky. Glancing up, Roosma saw a long chunk of the curling lip of the glacier break off and begin to slide down the cliff, slowly at first and then in a quickening whirl of ice and rock and snow...
...Cassidy was read mostly for her attacks. Her reviews were often florid, sometimes shockingly inaccurate-she once confused Haydn with Prokofiev-but rarely dull. After seeing Olivia de Havilland in Candida, she wrote: "A pallid, one-dimensional heroine in a kind of comic-strip Shaw. When she enters, she is an interruption, nothing more." She dismissed Conductor Rafael Kubelik: "The symphony was as shapeless as his curious beat, being distorted by arms stiff as driving pistons or limp as boiled spaghetti...
...really very interesting, Fred," muses his waspish wife. "Take away the eyebrows and what have you got?" What you have is a lumbering, complacent insurance salesman of 27 who likes baseball, television, Peanuts, sex and practically everybody he knows. He is too unendurably dull for Wife Alison, a nattering know-it-all who reads Proust and thinks life should be lived as a work of art. She leaves him, goes back to Stapleton, Pa. Shocked into action, Fred quits his job and solemnly sets out to discover...