Word: merest
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...breakfast-table news about air disasters is achingly familiar. A plane was taking off-or perhaps landing. Some of the passengers, to be sure, were nervous; some always are, no matter how normal conditions may seem. Then, in the merest, most explosive instant of time, came death from flame and mangled metal...
...year literature course doesn't rely very heavily on lectures, except as a means to introduce new students to the practice of "reading in slow motion," as he calls his and his colleagues' approach. So that In Defense of Reading is only a collection of such introductory lectures, the merest fringe of the course...
...humor of In dem Schatten meiner Locken ("In the shadow of my tresses, my lover fell asleep"), where the phrase "Weck'ich ihn nun auf? Ach nein!" ("Shall I wake him? Ah no"), repeated three times, was first coy, then a bit reproachful, and finally just the merest sigh of content. The Wolf group was lengthened by two encores, which Miss Schwarzkopf announced and (bless her!) translated: an exultant Ich hab' in Penna (a catalogue of lovers: one each in Penna, Maremma, Ancona, Viterbo, Casentino, and Magione; four in La Fratta, "und zehn in Castiglione," and a magnicently dramatic performance...
...provoke applause automatically." Strauss's Salome, he wrote, was "like modernistic sculpture made of cheap wood, glass, rocks, cinders, papier-mâché, sandpaper and bits of old fur. But the whole makes a composition and the composition speaks." Thomson freely acknowledges that concerts were often the merest excuses for mounting one of his numerous musical soapboxes. No critic catnapped more frequently in his seat, and the Trib's critic was famed for writing some of his most thoughtful review's about concerts through which he had dozed...
...mountain with a personal Baedeker for a British newsman. "Venice," he began, "is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go. Too, too rich. London is delicious, soggy steak and kidney pie. If I stay here too long, I become physically ill." But even the merest aroma of Paris turned Capote's delicate tummy. "I hate it. Last year I drove 150 miles to avoid even the outskirts. The Parisians didn't like me, and I didn't like the Parisians. Then I discovered the Parisians hate everybody, including each other. All the nice...