Word: louders
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...Yard, the Glee Club is singing Bach's Mass in B Minus. I become aware of a faint pulsing rhythm out of time with the music. El Forbes continues to conduct, but the pulse grows louder, more intense--it is obviously the sound of marching feet and many hoarse voices shouting. Suddenly a flank of students rounds the corner of Widener. I can hear their chant now as they bust through the lines of the Glee Club, and enter Widener...
...They call her the Mother of the Nation," sniffed Pakistan's President Mohammed Ayub Khan. "Then she should at least behave like a mother." What upset Ayub was that Fatima Jinnah looked so good in pants. The more she upbraided Ayub, the louder Pakistanis cheered the frail figure in her shalwar (baggy white silk trousers). By last week, with Pakistan's first presidential election only a fortnight away, opposition to Ayub had reached a pitch unequaled in his six years of autocratic rule...
...integrity after passing through the living complex-sanguine or phlegmatic-of this or that interpreter?" But at the same time an artist must not go out of bounds, warns Landowska, reminded of the time Gounod had to chide his wife at a funeral: "Be careful; do not cry louder than the widow...
...City is decked out in her Christmas finery now, of course. The roasted chestnut vendors are yelling louder on the corners, and an extra fleet of wreathed hansom cabs have been hauled out, as if from some secret storage barn, to further confuse the yuletide traffic. Most of the better Fifth Avenue shops are piping carols out into the street, but scarcely anyone stops to listen. Their music is drowned by the clanging bells of sidewalk Santas. Rockefeller Plaza's giant evergreen is ablaze with colored lights, and the Rockettes are kicking their hearts out in a "happy holiday extravaganza...
...peaceful New York, something more relaxed than a dexedrine hangover, exists as well, though you must look harder for it these days. You can get lost without much trouble in the still paths of Van Cortland Park, where the slither of garter snakes and scamper of rabbits will echo louder in your ears than the muted hissing and groaning of traffic in the distance. Or cross the bay to the dusky lanes and country gardens of Staten Island. Even occasional streets like those rows of brownstones in the sixties, between Park and Second, release you from the hustle...