Word: nook
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Record) spoke of his "huge voice of great resonance," and later expanded his praise extensively in his half-hour TV discussion of the show. The show's two stars each wore a body microphone in order to be heard, but Price neither used nor needed one to reach every nook of the mamouth cavern that is the Shubert Theatre...
Eliot lies in ashes. Auden flogs his muse infrequently in exile. England, for so many centuries "a nest of singing birds," finds herself today unwontedly in want of a great poet she can call her own. Yet in a quiet nook of Yorkshire, a strange bird occasionally lifts his voice to cantillate the fierce interior music of a tortured and solitary sensibility...
Seedy & Scientific. Good reporter that she is, Dame Rebecca has poked into every nook and cranny of her traitors' lives, dug up all the dirt on them and buried them in it. This disposes of them, but does it explain them? Aloof, detached, reproving, very much the grande dame at 72, Dame Rebecca is convinced that the traitors were all perfectly rational people, always knowing right from wrong and exactly where they were going. She writes of Lord Haw-Haw: "He should have recognized that the words he had been saying since 1927 were. 'Evil, be thou...
...very mad, very English, and very nearly preposterous. But for viewers eager to empty their minds and concentrate on such creepy business, Writer-Director Bryan Forbes (The L-Shaved Room) works an aura of disaster into every nook and passageway of a turreted old mansion. As the demented psychic, Myra, Kim Stanley manages so many subtle shifts of mood that she seems simultaneously sweet, bitchy, poignant, and a deadly menace. The kidnap scene is a cinematic whirlwind, with the camera cutting and lashing across the landscape to build to a moment of crisis when the victim (Judith Donner) locks herself...
Forget the status, we need the ante. So quoth Thomas Pickford, 41, founder of the Quorum Club, the dimly lit nob nook in Washington's Carroll Arms Hotel where Bobby Baker pursued his hobbies (and stood them to drinks). Ever since Bobby moved into the spotlight, the Q. Club has had difficulty getting its members to form a Quorum. Now Pickford has dispensed with Robert's Rules of Order. "Your admittance card is your wallet," he assures John Q. Public. "View the celebrated nudes. Wine and dine in one of America's most famous clubs...