Word: frailing
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...young frail looking freshman stood on the steps of Houghton Library and clutched his cop of "don Quixote" in his hand. He thought for a minute of the blaring rock and roll that his roommates were playing back at his room stared at the heavy wooden doors of the library, then pushed them open and walked inside. The attendant looked up from his desk. "Is there someplace here where I can read?" the boy asked, fingering the book in his hand...
...pours his blood into every scene. Williamson's fiery Dane would have led a sit-in at the University of Wittenberg, or burned it to the ground. The rottenness of the state, the corruption of his elders, the brevity of his mother's love, Ophelia's frail readiness to be her father's pawn-all these nauseate him. Yet his antic disposition never leaves him, and a Hamlet has never been presented with so much caustic wit. With this performance, Nicol Williamson has turned a page in the book of acting...
...wanders, he comes upon Ratso Rizzo (Dustin Hoffman). A septic, crippled thief, Rizzo lives, like his nicknamesake, in the upper reaches of a condemned building, waiting for the wrecking ball. In a sense it has already arrived. Though he nourishes fantasies of a future in Miami, Ratso is too frail to last the winter. With a final galvanic reach for life, he extends a greasy hand -and Joe Buck takes...
English teenagers mobbed him, trying to touch him, to see his face, to hear his voice. He played before packed concert halls, mesmerizing huge audiences with the simple, lyrical beauty of his horn, receiving wildly enthusiastic ovations at the end of each number. What was the magic of this frail little black man from the back streets of New Orleans? What was there in his music that spoke its message to the hearts of these Englishmen, Swedes, Danes, Germans, and Japanese as it had spoken to his own people for almost 50 years...
Last week, when the poet Giuseppe Ungaretti arrived in Cambridge on a voyage from Italy, it was as if the silence of history had been suddenly broken. Lissome and frail, miraculously animated for his eighty-one years, Ungaretti has been inexhaustible in the first days of his visit here, giving readings at Brandeis and Wellesley, drifting through Harvard Square, and talking far into the night about his life and of the age. Last Friday night he gave the first of two readings scheduled at Harvard, and brought to the small audience in Burr B a final sense of what poetry...