Word: potted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...book is a pot boiler--implausible, silly, absurd. The critics, more patronizing than venomous, they were right. It is a joke. A good joke, and even Norman knew we would laugh, with its superhero hero, outrageous farce situations. Or a grotesque joke, so ugly with violence and incest and morbid broodings and salacious psychopathology; a joke in bad taste...
...Into the Pot. Only some 5% of the 4,000 languages spoken today have managed the arduous transition to writing -a trip that all but the few that still use ideograms, like Chinese, owe to the Semitic tribes who traded with Athens 27 centuries ago. The Semites had a phonetic script so much more resourceful than the Greeks' own that it was promptly adopted. From Greece this alphabet spread to Rome, and from there Rome's conquering legions took it all over Europe, including England...
There, the mother tongue had already begun its centuries-long elaboration. Successive waves of invaders-the Romans, the Anglo-Saxons, the Norsemen, the Normans-all added new words, constructions and usages to the pot. Beneath the weight of this hybridization, the island's forerunner language, Celtic, vanished almost without a trace...
...Missing Pot. Despite its hanging treasures, the Met under Rorimer has become vastly more than a picture gallery. Says Rorimer: "Museums have gotten into the problem of minor arts v. the so-called fine arts. Minor arts are simply things that are considered smaller." To prove that the minor arts are not always so small, Rorimer got the Hearst Foundation in 1957 to give him a lofty 45-by 47-ft. Spanish baroque choir screen, whose 60,000 Ibs. of elegant grillwork spans one of the Met's halls. Only a museum can frame a room as art, such...
McBaine presented her with a commemorative scroll for promoting the qualities of "womanhood and acting excellence." And president Terry Winslow '65 offered the Pudding Pot as three hairy-legged transvestites gamboled across the stage. The Krokodilocs sang, the Pudding east sang. Miss Remick shook a hundred sweaty hands, and producer Larry Whitman ushered her upstairs to lunch...