Word: saint
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Inside one of the temples lay the man who had started it all: Sant (Saint) Fateh Singh, 56, the chief leader of India's 7,800,000 Sikhs. Though weakened from nine days of fasting, he, too, was scheduled for burning. He had pledged to immolate himself the next day, unless the government of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi granted his people new concessions...
...picture more than three prizes. But last week they voted four hurrahs for A Man for All Seasons: best picture, best direction (Fred Zinnemann), best script (Playwright Robert Bolt), and best actor. This last honor went to Britain's Paul Scofield, who as Thomas More plays a saint without seeming self-righteous, a giant of his age without seeming supercolossal. American audiences, who seldom get to see Scofield, will probably agree-and conclude as well that Scofield ranks with the best of England's superior breed of actors...
...burned out. No sooner had Director Rorimer read Hoving's graduate paper on Rome's Farnese gallery in 1959 than he hired him as a curatorial assistant to the Metropolitan. In a triumph of scholarship and taste, he personally deduced the origin of the rare Bury Saint Edmunds cross (TIME, June 19, 1964), purchased by the Met for $500,000. The young art historian rose to become curator of the Cloisters, the Met's medieval annex and Rorimer's former bailiwick. But before Hoving had the opportunity to effect great changes, he was tapped...
...Calif., and signed up Jeffers." Shortly after that he went to England and called upon George Bernard Shaw, who had always refused to let his plays be included in anthologies. When Cerf cannily ob served that he was publishing O'Neill, Shaw relented, agreed to let Cerf have Saint Joan, provided that "you pay me twice as much as you pay O'Neill." Cerf gladly obliged...
...inside him. Seen close up, he gives off a vibration of greatness very like what More's must have been. His eyes impart the solar glare of genius, and the rest of his face breathes a slow, heavy sweetness of feeling. It is not the face of a saint but of a sage, of a man who could say of the values he died for: "Finally it is not a matter of reason; finally it is a matter of love...