Word: glowingly
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...about Mr. Cozzens is most interesting, but why does he look so glum? Certainly he has much for which to be grateful. If he has achieved so well his desire to be away from people and financial (at least) success, surely this should bring about a bit of a glow to his countenance...
...Clouded Glass. Novelist Cozzens has a mind like a lamp, and every character and event in By Love Possessed is bathed in the glow of a reflective intelligence. Every motivation rings true; each episode is part of a seamless whole; the taste of reality is unmistakable. The audacious scope of the novel is nothing less than the anatomy of love-from filial to fraternal, from spiritual to concupiscent, from self-regarding to self-sacrificing. Its disenchantment is equally total-the possessors are methodically dispossessed, love conquers nothing, the lovers lose...
...warm glow of an abundant summer there was little outcry from the American public against the U.S. creeping inflation. In fact, the few complainers were grumbling mostly about governmental action designed to stop the creep-e.g., the U.S. tight-money policies (see BUSINESS). In France and Japan, there were real outcries against import controls, in India against present wage ceilings in nationalized factories. When the chairman of Sweden's Riksbank (roughly equivalent to the U.S.'s Federal Reserve) increased the discount rate to 5% last month, Sweden's Socialist-Agrarian government, sensitive to popular pressures, kicked...
...style of Billie Holiday, Jeri Southern, Judy Garland or Ethel Merman. The truth is that she sounds occasional echoes of all of them. But she also has a dead-sure sense of phrasing all her own and a warm-tinted, open voice which casts its own mellow glow over the familiar lyrics she handles...
...Blocks' opulent, near-northside apartment, hung with the works of Picasso, Matisse, Bonnard, Vuillard, Degas, Van Gogh and Manet, the new portrait of the lady of the house last week had the place of honor. Albright's Mary Block (see cut) sits in a phosphorescent glow by a cluttered table with a clock turned away from her (because she was a clock watcher at sittings, and, Albright quips, "it makes the painting timeless"), grim, bejeweled, glaring back at her beholders, a macabre vision tinted with a pale green note of decay...