Word: paled
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...self-consciousness that squirms in each. He capitalizes self-consciousness as a literary idea. Like Jehovah, and better than any man since, he understands the implication of that famed formula, I am. His writing is a gallery of many mirrors, variously awry, each reflecting the pale and sharply smiling image of the weariest young man of a too brilliant century?a young man who beholds with urbane derision his many reflections, and laughs for the pleasure of seeing his laugh contorted from glass to glass...
...Bellows was blithe. He smacked his lips over life. In Art, he belonged to the school of gusto. Wharf-rats, city parks, snowy clustered roofs, great clumping dray horses, seamy faces of dock laborers, pale ladies, prizefighters, gentle landscapes-he painted all with the impulse of a poet and the hand of a realist. To form he gave a significance from which modernists shrink because it is obvious, conservatives because it is daring and which many art-lovers admire because it is both...
...golden ante-bellum chronicle of the G. O. P. there is one entry that will always be read with bitterness; the last minute defeat of Charles Evans Hughes in 1916. To those who watched President Wilson's actions with pale hostility the satisfaction always remained of believing that with Hughes as President matters would have been otherwise. There was no little rejoicing, therefore, when he was placed in the second highest office of the land by a new Republican administration. Great things were expected...
Seeniaya Ptitza. French entertainment may come and French entertainment may go, but the Russians go on forever. And for all that Manhattan cares, this particular Russian troupe can go on back to Leningrad and stay there. They delivered pale entertainment fashioned precisely on the lines of the Chauve Souris. A certain element of soothing saturnine melody they delivered, very little humor and no novelty...
...Thais had moved him to win her soul for Christ whom alone he loved, and that, in the winning, he found his love for Christ was really love for Thais. He died in torment of the flesh, while she, dying also, dreamed only of the mercy of the pale Christ, her last lover. He knew all the time that she was the Baroness Von Popper and in no more danger of hell fire than the people in the boxes, who knew this also, for she let them. But splendidly the poor monk sang, splendidly the lady and, though the music...