Word: perfection
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...tolerant of the intriguing that has gone on inside his own Cabinet and party. Standing in front of a row of potted plants, Kishi pointedly remarked to a reporter: "These plants were all selected by a master gardener, but some are not perfect under the surface. Who knows but there may be still two or three like that in my new Cabinet...
...sing at Covent Garden," rumbled a British opera star, "you damn well can't sing anywhere." The stage floor of London's Royal Opera House sags and some of its scenery dates back to 1908, but the theater's acoustics are still near perfect. This week, slightly faded but resonant, Covent Garden celebrates its 100th birthday in a gala performance for the Queen. The generous birthday package includes extracts from The Bohemian Girl, The Trojans, Peter Grimes, Aida, I Puritani (Maria Callas singing), plus the Royal Ballet's Birthday Offering...
Citation: "You once forged the most perfect alliance of nations in the world's history for the salvation and vindication of democracy in the greatest of world wars . . . Even as President . . . yours has always been the soldier's way . . . You have been the true patriot, and in our time, fust in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of your countrymen . . . You have held the flag aloft in the dark night of war and the dreary day of its aftermath...
...dozens of military and civilian laboratories across the U.S., researchers are working under pressure to perfect ways of keeping a human being alive and functioning efficiently when he soars into the void of space (TIME, May 26). None of their problems is as will-o'-the-wispy as weightlessness, the gravity-free state that will envelop man when he orbits around the earth or reaches for the moon and planets. Reason: in the earth's atmosphere and gravity belt, this unearthly state can be created only for a fraction of a minute at a time. To learn...
Unfortunately, there is also another film at the Ken-more. It plods along in color, wasting one or two good actors and proudly showing off a disastrously untalented buxom blonde. The director seems confident that anything to do with a pet alligator in England is uproarious, and that the perfect ending for a film is a car filled by boy, girl, boy alligator, girl alligator, and nauseating love song, wafting along the long driveway of a gigantic mansion. It is embarrassing...