Word: gothically
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...Germany's Romanesque-Gothic city of Trier, on the Moselle River near the Luxembourg border, thousands of pilgrims crowded to look at a tunic which many believed to be the one Christ wore. Whether "The Robe" (as readers of Lloyd Douglas' bestseller know it) is authentic or not, the 13th Holy Tunic pilgrimage is Roman Catholicism's biggest pilgrimage of this year...
...when she decides that she wants to be his mate. The angel disappears in an angry burst of flame, and Renata keeps looking for him until she at last runs afoul of the Inquisition and is sentenced to death at the stake. Part of the fascination of this murky Gothic tale is that most of it exists in Renata's own mind, and much of the opera remains perilously poised between tragedy and low farce...
...remember having seen--for good measure I'm even tempted to throw in Guernica! This painting is seen to best advantage on an overcast day when the Fogg puts an overhead light upon it. The best setting for it, however, would be the magnificent shadowed light of an Early Gothic Church. The other works in the gallery include another fine Blue Period Picasso, four fine drawings by Matisse of Mlle. Roudchenko, and a splendid drawing by Seurat. In this last-mentioned work the poetic simplicity of Seurat's technique, form and composition are at their lyrical best...
After she has studied at the School of Tropical Medicine in Antwerp, her superiors send her to the Belgian Congo as a nurse, where she is assigned to work with a character called Dr. Fortunati (Peter Finch), who is described with Gothic horror as "a genius and a devil" but turns out to look like nothing worse than Alan Ladd with eyebrows. "Don't ever think for an instant," Sister Luke is warned, "that your habit will protect you." After teasing this tedious notion about for the better part of an hour, the script clumsily returns to its proper...
Lost: Tooth & Growl. Against this gothic backdrop, the contemporary Walter Winchell has become virtually unrecognizable. Gentled by his years-or by something-the aging lion has lost much tooth and growl. The gossip content is redolent with secret mergers, splituations and apartaches, sexcess stories about hat-chicks and rot-and-roll singers, nawdy titles (what a fourcabulary! ), pufflicity seekers. Subdued is the shrill attack and jugular slash. There are more handsome compliments ("Hedda Hopper's attractive hairdo and apparel" ), more sentimental excursions into history ("[George Washington] was the father of our country. Even more-he was a brother...