Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Grey-haired, baggy-eyed George...
...work. At 64, he is the undisputed lord of the manor, and he looks it. Though in physique (6 ft., 139 Ibs.) he resembles a patrician heron stuffed into herringbone, there is an impeccably correct bearing about him that says "Beware: regal and remote." His face and grey-fringed dome, all right-angle turns, are a study in parchment over steel. A Vienna-born English subject, he could easily pass as the British ambassador to Paris-a job that he wouldn't mind having if the Met could ever find 15 men to replace...
...hall at the rear of the chamber stood a large man in his late 40s. He had curly grey hair, swarthy skin and silver-capped front teeth. His name was Dimitrio Tsafendas, and he wore the uniform of a parliamentary messenger, a job for which he had been hired only a month before. Tsafendas was obviously distraught. At lunch with his fellow messengers, he had hardly touched his curry, left early without explanation. Now, as the warning bell summoned the Members of Parliament to their seats for the opening of the session, he refused to run a routine errand requested...
...these days. Unlike Speer and Von Schirach, who busied themselves in the Spandau garden and read voluminously (Speer raised exemplary gladioli; Von Schirach memorized passages from Dante's Divine Comedy), Hess, for the most part, lies on the floor of his 7-by 10-ft. cell, clad in grey shirt, brown corduroys and wooden clogs, and practices yoga. During exercise periods, he marches listlessly about the yard in a black overcoat with a white numeral 7 stenciled on its back. Sometimes he reads the Frankfurter Allgemeine or the Communist Neues Deutschland...
Whether Bennett himself was a good or bad writer was a judgment that his sometimes awed, often contemptuous contemporaries were never able to make. Partly it was because his physical presence was so overwhelming. He was a strutting cockatoo of a man, resplendently tailored, grey hair swept up into a crest, wit as sharp as a honed spur, manner as crude as a clod. Fascinated by the combination of the baroque and the bumptious of the man, Rebecca West once wondered if it would not be better to judge Bennett as a character rather than an author. "He could...