Word: passional
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Hunter), a plush Park Avenue apartment, seven diamond bracelets, six fur coats, and the eye of the gossip columnists. In the end she dies of a brandy heart-but not before she has slunk, semiclad, through sumptuous extravaganzas that make the old Ziegfeld Follies look like the East Orange Passion Play...
...hate to keep jumping up all the time, and who prefer to take even their own wolf-halloos with plenty of salt, and maybe just a dash of bitters. Last week rancorous, cantankerous Mr. Tobey was out front again for his first real headlines since his passion for picayune causes led him to denounce the U.S. Census last year as regimentation. Three weeks ago his sensitive neb caught the scent of convoys. Quick as a mink he came out with an anti-convoy resolution. The Senate Foreign Relations Committee quietly interred the resolution in a pigeonhole. Last week his suspicions...
Besides this year's performance, Koussevitsky conducted the joint choral group in a performance of the Missa in 1939 which has just been recorded. Bach's Mass in B minor and his St. Matthew's Passion have also been given in recent years...
Bill Abrahams at his unusual best has written some brilliant poetry. "Lovers as Nihilists" is not in that category. The poem begins by scorning the artificiality "the contrived symbol the sly image the trick of metaphor" of the artist who reduces "passion to a poet's syllable." It ends by culogizing the blunt emotions of love and hate--"the hate that shows us naked . . . the love that cleaves us open-eyed, unmasked, unversed, alive. Voiceless poets released from artifice, whose statement sings in this most sensual peace." One hates to accuse Mr. Abrahams of hypocrisy; but when he lauds...
...aeroplane test. It transpires that nearly all these people had apotheosized him as lover or as hero. As a false god he is colossal. After his death they weave in and out of their routine of like automatons, for the carried with him to his grave all dreams of passion satisfied or triumphant youth. Then, bit by bit, information drifts in of his indecencies, his commonness, and his betrayal of them...