Word: insipidness
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...very readable, though biased on both sides. Gerald Heard's Narcissus?An Anatomy of Clothes qualified in its own right. But for the most part it seems as if the Duttons have gone unwisely far afield for writers and subjects, thinning out a superb vintage with hasty and insipid dilutions...
...without question the greatest "gyp" joint ever foisted on an American public. You can't turn around without bumping into an extended palm, and my first experience cost a 20-franc note for a one-franc service. They don't know the meaning of the word "change." The insipid Harry Pilcer was the leading (?) attraction, and I must say that he did the United States a great favor when he departed Parisward. Paris isn't wild about Americans, but we will go there...
...gives evidence of the author's ability to write clearly; but in itself it is not distinguished. The last paragraph will surely seem to some readers, not unreasonably, superfluous. "Love 1" is at best much ado about nothing. The first three paragraphs are tedious and muddy; the last two, insipid. It seems the work of a weary man who is expected to write something arresting, witty, facetious, and who would fain comply with the editors' demand. It certainly is neither witty, nor facetious, nor arresting. However pressed for material the editors may have been it was not kind to publish...
...translations of Meltzer were adept, painstaking, vigorous; they paraphrased the originals as closely as it is possible for the verse of one country to paraphrase that of another. Nevertheless, they were abominable poetry Some of the lines possessed a certain insipid grace; far more of them had the stilted, fustian air that can only be characterized by the adjective "operatic." Such lines as "Naught my sweetheart from me shall sunder," "Thou'dst best beware," "I know not what I'm saying or what I'm doing" were hackneyed when Alfred Lord Tennyson was a litle boy in Lincolnshire and completely...
When a fastidious observer appraises a Madonna by one of the Italian primitives, he takes pleasure, not in the childishly-drawn, insipid features of the holy woman, but in the exquisite ellipse of the head, the halo. The egg of a hen is also an exquisite ellipse. Which is more beautiful- the Mother of God, or a smooth egg? "The Mother of God," answer Feininger, Jawlensky, Kandinsky, Klee; for no egg, were it equivocal as Humpty-Dumpty, could interest the eye by such interrelated curves as can a woman's face. How much more do these curves interest when...