Word: nasality
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...Montana) corner of the TIME & LIFE Building" [TIME Letters, Nov. 6], and install your Music writer, who reported on Sir Thomas Beecham's rendition of Mozart's Symphony No. 41: ". . . the strings were firmer and not quite so luscious as U.S. strings, not so dry and nasal as the French" [TIME...
...noise that Berlioz' bounding score calls for, and marveled at the expertly modulated brasses, blended and balanced instead of blaring. In Mozart's Symphony No. 41, a Beecham specialty, the strings were firmer and not quite so luscious as U.S. strings, not so dry and nasal as the French. The woodwinds, clearly articulate, played with a tone of pure gold. It was a glossily polished performance-for some a disappointment because of its fussiness. But all in all, through Sibelius' tone poem Tapiola, a Beethoven Eighth Symphony laid out with the precision and charm of an English...
Before long, the world began to hear a good deal about L.S.E. Hundreds of students flocked to hear Philosopher Bertrand Russell, or Sidney Webb himself, lecturing on the Fabian way in his high nasal voice. In 1912 a young man named Clement Attlee joined the faculty to teach social science and administration. Former pupils remember him as a quiet, dry, sometimes boring lecturer, devoted to his subject, who inspired classes only by his meticulous sincerity. Later, other young reformers followed: Philip Noel-Baker, now Labor's Minister of Fuel and Power; onetime Chancellor of the Exchequer Hugh Dalton...
...Wouldn't Know . . ." To Sperry, the "rich experiences" of the regular winter term were just as appalling. In one literature class of a New England institution, he found the teacher "a tired woman of about 50, with heavy black eyebrows and a nasal voice . . . For an hour she leafed through a collection of verse and commented on the titles in a dry monotone. She reached the conclusion that John Masefield loved the sea, and said she liked Robert Frost because there was 'none of that falderal about him-you wouldn't know his stuff was poetry...
Down the Cow. As gusty as he is lusty, Peirce talks a high, nasal torrent, mixing gamy reminiscences of the good old days with whatever notions happen to float through his head. At one moment he remembers persuading Hemingway to fight a bull in Spain while Peirce stood by with his Kodak to record the scene for posterity: "Only it was a cow. He damn near got killed, and then I found out there was something wrong with the camera-no picture." At the next moment, his mind still running to Hemingway, he offers a literary pronouncement: "Four-letter words...