Word: gibberish
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...senses, but nowhere is the mind so provoked and fascinated as before the portrait sculpture of Jo Davidson. Master of men and millions, the face of John Davison Rockefeller is anxious, unbelievably seamed above his sparse and fragile body. Mistress of precious intellection and writer of what seems gibberish to most readers, Gertrude Stein is shown with a face rugged, calm, confident above a stolid mass which scarcely defines itself as a body. There are many other works by individual chisellers, Hunt Diederich, Daniel Chester French, the late Emil Fuchs, John Gregory, Malvina Hoffman, Leo Lentelli, Henry Augustus Lukeman, Edward...
...gibberish are the above statements...
...them began her career in a convent and then, troubled and restless, sought the world. The other, a criminal woman, deserted the world after an erratic career and became entirely lulled by the soft silences of the nunnery. The play veered from beautiful and sensitive writing to a moral gibberish which can best be described as nunsense. The allegorical value of its eleven episodic scenes was of no great consequence. One or two of them, notably those which attempted to reproduce the atmosphere of a Catholic retreat, were thoroughly effective...
...play ever written by famed Anton Chekhov; which, for many intelligent persons, makes it the best modern play written by anyone at all. It was previously offered to Manhattan audiences, in highly pantomimic Russian, by the Moscow Art Theatre, thereby allowing its witnesses to detect, beneath a bucket of gibberish, the light of an inextinguishable beauty. Presented now in carpentered English, for a series of special matinees, the glory of the play is more than ever dimmed. Its simple story, of a helter-skelter family of aristocrats who have squandered their money and who are forced to say farewell...
...hush like a spotlight lighting its stage for the premiere of an exciting play. The scene on the stage was an alley in the City of London, Throgmorton Street. Hustling onto this stage from every entrance came a mob of stockbrokers, those frantic and mysterious vaudevillians, shouting the abandoned gibberish of their lines...