Word: merriment
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After dinner, Burriss, Young 55, assistant dean of Freshmen and proctor of Massachusetts Hall, read a letterform, the President and Fellows that declared, "This anniversary shall be celebrated this evening with reverence, thanksgiving, decorum, and all degrees of gravity, merriment, and appropriate piping, clangor, and percussion sound...
...present in cultural malaise, the two head off to a banquet/orgy given by Trimalchio. a fat old fart whom Petronius, the author of the original Satyricon, patterned after the Emperor Nero. The debauch at the party is complete, happily (for me) beyond the descriptive power of adjectives and adverbs. Merriment is cooled by a breach of good taste when Eumolphus accuses Trimalchio of plagiarizing Lucretius, Obviously he is correct, for Trimalchio immediately orders him thrown into a fire...
...watch Jacobi try to pry this unorthodox couple apart, while simultaneously attempting to cope with the ideas of his wife's infidelity and his son's sexual apostasy, is the chief source of the evening's merriment. Jacobi's erring wife, played by Maureen Stapleton, arrives on the scene, is apprised of events, casts one horrified glance at the floozie Jacobi has imported for remedial therapy, closes her eyes, and bawls the show-stopping title line, "Norman, is that...
...PAGE. Robert Ryan and Bert Convy, backed by an adroit cast, star in a revival of the Ben Hecht-Charles MacArthur saga of newspapering in the Chicago of the 1920s. When the time comes to put the paper to bed and bring down the final curtain on this breezy merriment, the audience may well feel sorry that it has to go home...
...Robert Ryan and Bert Convy, backed by an adroit cast, star in a revival of the Ben Hecht-Charles Mac-Arthur saga of newspapering in the Chicago of the 1920s. When the time comes to put the paper to bed and bring down the final curtain on this breezy merriment, the audience may well feel sorry that it has to go home...