Word: paleness
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When the countess posed for Goya the second time, she was only 21, and the artist never treated a subject with more tenderness. As usual, he did not care about background-the person was his concern-and he painted her sitting in darkness, yet glowing with light, her pale hands gracefully folded in a shy attempt to conceal her first pregnancy. But what makes the picture unforgettable is the expression on the face-the exquisitely sad look of one whose life has been stolen and who knows that no one will give it back...
...United States Steel Hour (CBS, 10-11 p.m.). Set in the Australian bush 100 years ago, Shadow of a Pale Horse falls on a murder trial. With Dan Duryea, Frank Lovejoy...
...insisted that Foreign Minister Andrei Gromyko join in. While his wife Nina stayed humbly to the rear, he flirted with his attractive blonde Minister of Culture, Ekaterina Furtseva, 50. They joined in frequent private giggles, and occasionally she straightened his tie. But the pace began to tell. Khrushchev was pale and fatigued by evening, and Wife Nina worried to a friend: "He's trying to do too much...
...Congo!" said Baudouin, and formally proclaimed its independence. But New Premier Patrice Lumumba, jealous of the limelight everyone else was enjoying, took the opportunity to launch a vicious attack on the departing Belgian rulers. "Slavery was imposed on us by force!" he cried, as the King sat shocked and pale. "We have known ironies and insults. We remember the blows that we had to submit to morning, noon and night because we were Negroes!" Deeply offended, King Baudouin was ready to board his plane and return to Brussels forthwith. Only the urging from his ministers persuaded him to change...
...have lost faith in his audience. Lest the reader miss the parallels, he tells his tale in the pidgin poetry of the conventional translator. What he has set out to do, says the author, is tell of "a yellow Sunday in the last days of a good spring, while . . . pale threads, drawn out from dark hidden places, began to be wound inexorably together . . . until there had been wrought, out of such tenuous white and fleeting things, a taut tripwire for the souls of men, destined, before its mindless work was done, to bring many tall sure riders down to earth...