Word: lumping
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...Geatish champion was busy trying to blend heroism and history, pagan myth and Christian message. He had no time to empathize with the devil's henchman. So Beowulf's Grendel is beastly, God-cursed, a conventional scourge to man. Gardner's Grendel may look like a lump of earth with a hairy pelt, but (conveniently, yet convincingly) he throbs with primal rage, despair, collegiate idealism and existential inquiry. Gardner has also given him a gnawing sense of humor. "I have eaten several priests," Grendel reports. "They sit on the stomach like duck eggs...
After its task is done, the bicycle leaves behind an unsightly metal frame and useless rubber tires. The horse, on the other hand, leaves a healthy lump of fertilizer...
...lovingly rendered. The epoch, with beautiful women haloed by immense hats and men elegantly attired merely for a saunter through the palm court, is flawlessly but tediously recreated. Still, there is no substance beneath the moving images. Adolescent Bjorn Andresen is properly androgenous but no more mysterious than a lump of sugar. Dirk Bogarde is miscast and misdirected-all hurt looks and empty cackle. The prize for most voluble player must, however, go to Mark Burns as the musician's friend. Invented for the film, he shrieks such Viscontian art-and-life lines as "Do you know what lies...
...huge lump was lodged in my throat. My eyes were full of tears ready to stream down my face. I had heard all of these things before. Never had they seemed so immediate. For an enduring moment, my whole being was pervaded by an overwhelming sense of despair and helplessness. I felt abnormally close to realizing what those endless statistics mean: a million dead, five million refugees, two and one-half times the number of bombs dropped on Europe in World War II. I could only reask the silent question for which there seems not even to be a silent...
Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life?they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat?however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.?Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak