Word: passione
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...himself a whale of a part, but has depicted himself as one hell of a guy. The only snag is that he comes through as almost nothing of a writer. Nor is his technique of winking one eye while wiping a tear from the other, of crossing soap-opera passion with backstage pranks, more than rarely a help. He has merely opened Pandora's box in Mother Hubbard's cupboard...
...with Nobody's ability to handle them. On page 11 he meets an "older woman" of 26 on a London tram. Only 20, and at his author's mercy, "Randall saw the full lips and not the weak chin," and so they were married. "Her hot shallow passion . . . roused convulsive feelings in Randall . . . The deep wells within him gushed with tenderness . . . And then peace descended on them both . . . like night coming down upon a tropical sunset"-in a London hotel...
...group, Cantabs. had reason to be pleased. Their new chancellor was not only one of Britain's greatest airmen and World War II heroes, he was also a quiet man with scholarly tastes (his dissertation on The Navy of the Restoration won the distinction of publication) and a passion for sketching...
Died. Oscar of the Waldorf (Oscar Tschirky), 84, burly, famed major-domo for half a century; of a heart attack; at his country estate near New Paltz, N.Y. (which he bequeathed as a retirement place for chefs). Never a chef himself, Oscar had an artist's passion for selecting and serving food & drink. At 16, he got a job as busboy the day he arrived in Manhattan from Switzerland, quickly rose to waiter, then maitre d'hotel at Delmonico's, the old Waldorf, the new Waldorf-Astoria. He served sandwiches to fortify J. P. Morgan...
George Orwell had the gift of honesty as other writers have the gift of the satin phrase. His literary mark was his own: he sniped at all kinds of intellectual cant, loved personal freedom with an irascible passion, felt himself tied to ordinary people by strong memories of plebeian discomfort, and wrote in a style as bare and sharp as a winter tree...