Word: gauntness
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...night was dreadfully hot in the tiny village of Sahneh on the road from Teheran to Baghdad and Damascus. Around the solitary gasoline station and several inns, truck-driver counterparts of Scheherezade's cameleers slept in the open, and townspeople flung wide their doors. About i a.m. a gaunt wolf swept down from the mountains like an Assyrian on the fold and attacked sleeping Sahneh. The beast loped lightly over the low mud walls and slashed at sleeping villagers around the scattered huts on the out skirts. The wolf went for the head, as is the way of wolves...
...tribune, others charged across the Chamber floor at the Poujadist benches. In seconds the floor was a melee of pushing, shouting, punching Deputies. Stools flew overhead, Deputies tore lids off desks to use as weapons. Suddenly, three shots rang out. There in the second-tier gallery was a pale, gaunt young man, waving a nickel-plated pistol and shouting, "Vive Poujade!" The combatants froze into startled silence as spectators grappled with him. A woman screamed and fainted with a clatter among the gallery chairs...
Eight years ago, when he won the prized French critics' award for his gruesome oils of skinned rabbits, skinny chickens and harsh still-lifes, Bernard Buffet was a gaunt and gangling youth of 20 who personified postwar misery and despair. Lacking canvas, he painted on his mother's sheets. He lived in a narrow, unheated room and went to the Louvre "not to look at the pictures but to keep warm." Last week a plumper Bernard Buffet, nattily turned out in English tweeds, rolled up to Paris' fashionable Drouant-David Gallery in his chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce...
...shows last week were built around the single theme, "The Circus." The pictures are all the same unmixed Buffet of morbid subject and individualistic craftsmanship: a rapid, flat, angular style carried out in monotonous grey tones accentuated with blue, dull olive and bilious yellow. The canvases displayed shabby acrobats, gaunt and ugly women performers, emaciated jugglers and grim freaks (see cut). Curiously, all the figures had the same sad features-Buffet...
...each one cannot be singled out for his deserved praise. Several of the actors do, however, stand out; particularly John Fenn as an impassioned Mowbray, Glen Bowersock in the role of Aumerle, Johanna Linch, who played a very majestic Queen and Andre Gregory as the aging and prophet-like Gaunt. And in the tiny part of a gardener, Charles Sifton gave a really remarkable performance...