Word: highfalutin
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...Burpee's farm in California. The first crop of marigolds was not quite white, but its seeds were planted this year, yielding at last the winner. Mrs. Vonk, who picked up her check last week at Burpee's home in Doylestown, Pa., did it all without any highfalutin horticultural techniques. Every summer for the past 20 years, she simply picked out the flowers that came closest to the ideal and saved their seeds for replanting: "I put red strings on the flowers that looked good and green ones on those that looked pretty good." Adds Marigold Maven Burpee...
...performed by the group on a record album released in 1969. Tommy was closer to oratorio than opera, but the most serious thing about the entire piece was the lofty label that was pinned on it. Tommy was just strong rock 'n' roll, sometimes raunchy, sometimes highfalutin. The Who even wound up performing it at Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House, an appearance that was less an honor than a shrewd piece of promotion. Tommy has not only endured since then; it has flourished...
...seems to think he is. As an actor, he is probably better than he allows himself to be. Meanwhile, the best you can say for High Plains Drifter is that the title is a low pun. Rarely are humble westerns permitted to drift around on such a highfalutin plane. That, however, is small comfort as this cold, gory and overthought movie unfolds...
...addicted to dramatic stunts-drums in The Emperor Jones, mannequins in The Hairy Ape, masks in The Great God Brown. Something of a Broadway swell and a nifty dresser, he aspired to be a flashy man-about-words, a self-described poet, no less, and some of his highfalutin attempts along these lines make one cringe...
Edouard Vuillard was not a simple painter, and his subtle, qualified vision endeared him to some of the most complex minds in France. "Too fastidious for plain statement, he proceeds by insinuation," André Gide wrote of him in 1905. "There is nothing sentimental or highfalutin about the discreet melancholy which pervades his work. Its dress is that of everyday. It is tender and caressing, and if it were not for the mastery that already marks it, I should call it timid. For all his success, I can sense in Vuillard the charm of anxiety and doubt...