Word: paled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...evolvement of MCA from stars' agent to stars' employer has not materially affected the way in which Wasserman runs the company. It begins with personality. He is an austere man, tall and gaunt, with a pale complexion and large, deep-set eyes. He never makes a public speech, and his considerable sense of showmanship never manifests itself in flamboyance on his own part. He wears black suits, black ties, and a white shirt. It is no real accident that MCA's new skyscraper is black, its interior walls are white and, by decree, unadorned with pictures...
...Pale Glimmer. The world will miss her as a poet, critic, biographer, social lioness, defender of art, warrior against Philistia. But above all, it will miss her as a great English eccentric. She was 6 ft. tall, with a haunted, Gothic face framed by wimples and toques; her long, narrow hands glimmered palely against brocade and velvet gowns. If at times she seemed to have created a lifelong pose for herself, it was a graceful pose of uncommon distinction. "I don't whine," she once said. "That's why everybody thinks I am enormously rich and have...
...laminated Finnish birch furniture and the reedlike gold-dipped light fixtures and lamps. Following his principle that a straight line is the shortest distance to boredom, Aalto made walls undulate outward to make the whole room a stage for the view, and paneled them like a painter with pale American ash. "Wood," says he, "is close to human experience." Showing off Aalto's virtuosity with wood, these slender columns are made of tiny wooden dowels glued together like bundles of uncooked spaghetti. Another of Aalto's joys is a forest grove of hockey-stick shaped wooden forms that...
...there is "the tallest man in the world." Behind that bush stands the bearded lady and over in the cutlery department the sword-swallower is just about to show his guts. But say, what's that whatsit wriggling down the midway: that long damp thing with the pale-green skin and the pollywog eyes and the squirmy little mouth...
...least six million lire," the bishop announces appreciatively. "But the church has no interest in them. By the terms of the murderer's will, they belong to you-on one condition: you must faithfully offer up 500 masses for the salvation of his miserable soul." The peasants turn pale. At 1,000 lire apiece, 500 masses would cost 500,000 lire! His Grace gravely agrees; the peasants ruefully remit. "Pax vobiscum," the bishop murmurs as his big black automobile rumbles off to Rome. On the way, however, the car stops. The bishop, round and lively as a barrel...