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...state of opera everywhere, there is very little else that Rudolph Bing has got wrong. For 16 years he has stood in the dead center of a musical vortex and managed to conduct both himself and opera with admirable skill. Dragging opera by the scruff of the neck into modern times, demanding improvements in production techniques and performance quality, Bing has helped the art to achieve the Wagnerian ideal of Gesamtkunstwerk, the amalgamation of drama, singing, acting and dancing into total theater...
...Anany Egorovich bit his lower lip. He did not know what to do. Eight years ago he would have taken these women by the scruff of their necks and thrown them into the fields...
Conductor Mravinsky favors brisk, martial tempos, even in romantic music, and audiences not accustomed to the beat often find it unsettling. In the Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 5, Mravinsky whips through the tragic last movement at such a pace that to one critic he seemed to seize it "by the scruff of its neck with the brisk air of an English nanny determined to have no scenes in the nursery." Even so, the Leningrad's carefully detailed exposition of the Symphony moved a crowd in Washington's Constitution Hall to a standing ovation last week; its performance of Shostakovich...
...page of the evening New York Post (circ. 351,700). On Page 3, beneath a black version of the same incendiary invitation, were pictures of the principals involved: the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, a bachelor and a pudgy 64, and four-times-wed Post Publisher Dorothy Scruff, a slim 56. But anyone who swallowed the Post's heavily scented lure last week in the hope of finding a spicy journalistic feast was doomed to disappointment. The flavor was all in the hook...
...death by a lot of Liverpool seldom-fed bastards . . . No, be Jesus, I was from Russell Street, North Circular Road, Dublin, from the Northside where, be Jesus, the likes of Dale wouldn't make a dinner for them, where the whole of this pack of Limeys would be scruff-hounds would be et, bet, and threw up again-et without salt. I'll James you, you bastard...