Word: mellow
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Even in the land of the mellow, home of the beached surf boys and proselytizing vegetarians, politics manages to bring the killer instinct out of deep-freeze. Like the 1980 Presidential race, most beleagured votes will end up choosing the candidate they find least offensive. Too often the political world's has warped priorities make democracy an exercise in preventive voting. It leaves observers lamenting the current situation, dreaming of the way politics should operate...
...Montmartre is not the South Side of Chicago. There is an aura of mellow stability which hangs over the neighborhood a sense of slow, peaceful decay that contrasts sharply with the frenetic growth and change in even the seediest sectors of American life. The Montmartre underworld is an established sector of society much like any other, a moral order governs almost everyone, and violence and change are rare...
...Washington's Mayflower Hotel. Hormats, at 39, is a grand old man of global negotiating. To send him off they showed pictures from his twelve years in Government: Hormats with Pope Paul VI, Hormats with Jerry Ford, Hormats with Nelson Rockefeller. The evening's message was mellow and misty and it said one thing: Bob Hormats could not do what he has done any place else, and when he's earned a little money he'll be back...
Palestinians in exile speak of it as of a lost love, recalling with an aching sense of longing the serene beauty of the Samarian hills, the sweet-smelling orange groves of Jericho, the mellow light of the Old City of Jerusalem. There is an air of great antiquity about the place, as if history had paused there and left its indelible imprint. Gnarled olive trees cling to the arid slopes, and oxen and donkeys plow the terraced hillsides, much as they did when Jesus walked the paths of Palestine. In the evenings, women still gather at the village well...
That acting ability, in fact, is what makes Montand such a magnetic singer. His voice is superb, of course, as mellow and true as a bass viol; at 60, he sounds just as good as he did 20 or 30 years ago. But the soul of a Montand song is not just in his voice, it is in his lithe, dancer's body, his mobile face, and his articulate, talkative hands and fingers. The soul is also in the lyrics themselves, and Montand's elegant and inimitable phrasing. The pity, it must be added, is that so much...