Word: sensuously
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...possible, and produced a delightful blend of humor and fantasy. Musically his work is no less simple, being based on a halfdozen or so leading melodies. The music at times smacks strongly of Handel, especially in the spirited little military prelude with its trumpet flourishes, and in the long sensuous string melodies that recur so frequently. At other times it recalls the jazz idiom of composers like Kern and Gershwin. On occasion it is extremely lovely, but it is always ingratiating and vocal, and expertly matched to the text. The vocal line alternates roughly between recitative...
...tight and bitter. They are old: Rundstedt is 65, Leeb will be next month, Bock is 60. They are stiffly aristocratic: all three sport vons. None of them thinks much of the Nazis: Leeb and Rundstedt both retired temporarily in 1938, reportedly for political reasons, and ascetic Bock hates sensuous Goring. But all of them love soldiering and have a consuming sense of patriotic duty...
...brave from sixteen to sixty in the whole Five Nations to lay venison and beads at her feet. Singing opposite her in the role of Jim Kenyon, Alexander Grey is a somewhat lesser figure, but quite good enough in his own right. The dances of Grace Poggi as the sensuous young half-breed girl leave little more to be desired, especially the well-known "Totem Pole" number. All in all, "Rose Marie" is still very pleasant escapism for a troubled world...
...such alarums, these rosy, sensuous canvases expressed not a hint: Painter Renoir had been too busy painting life's happy hues. The sternest people like to look at his peaceful nudes and landscapes. Even the Bolsheviks hung a roomful in Moscow's Museum of Modern Western Art, though they felt obliged to put up a warning: that Renoir was "a bourgeois whose art consistently ignored the great class struggle through the most important part of which he lived...
...swarthy, little Magyar, with almond eyes, bristling, black mustache and sensuous lips that spat Hungarian, German, French, English, Italian, Spanish and Russian with the staccato speed of a Browning machine gun, died in Budapest last week. He was 46-year-old Count Stephen Csáky, Hungarian Minister of Foreign Affairs, in whose aristocratic veins flowed the blood of Hungary's unscrupulous, wheedling past. Assured of a career by virtue of birth, Count Csáky became Europe's foremost professional in the art of diplomatic tightrope-walking even after the rope had become a Balkan tangle...