Word: sensuousness
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...Philosophers. No technique-detective or brushstroke spy, Author Eliot is instead one of the sun philosophers who value the lights that men and artists live by. Light is the sensuous hero of Sight and Insight: "Velásquez' light is like transparent golden bees swarming the honeyed shadow, while Rogier van der Weyden's is like water over marble . . . even when stealing into Vermeer's darkest interior by a narrow window, light is welcomed as a lover. The far corners whisper hello to light. Instead of humping their backs like angry cats the shadows under the furniture...
...temperamental traditions at war within him. "In the East [of Germany]," as he has described it, "a meditative bent tinged with melancholy, a heightened consciousness of duty and personal sin, a strong sense for authority and feudal traditions . . . while the West is characterized by zest of living, sensuous concreteness, mobility, rationality and democracy . . . These contradictory qualities were rooted in me-my life, inward and outward, to be enacted on their battleground...
Dangerous Activity. Author Ashton-Warner, a teacher for 17 years in Maori schools and an amateur painter and musician, has fashioned a strikingly individual style: her sentences come tumbling forth like precision acrobats, alive with imagery, sensuous perception, heroic echoes. The full-lunged children are so noisily present that, for many, reading Spinster will seem like living next door to an all-day playground. The adults are drawn as well, with acute observation of the irritable crankiness that so often accompanies dedication, and with a tragicomic sense that it is often the most trivial despair that most startlingly changes...
...described herself as an adolescent, dark skinned and sensuous, alone on a street corner listening to music. Overcome by frustration and melancholy, she muttered, "Books, books. Is there no end to it? Nothing to feed my own empty self but musty books?" Again the contradiction, again the complexity...
...knows the stale cigar and cigarette smoke, the massiveness of mahogany tables squatting impersonally, the lone hustler practicing shots. Hours may pass in a close game when the only life the hustler sees consists of shaded light on the brushed green cloth, the movement of balls elegantly cued, the sensuous dropping of globes into pockets. When it is over, win or lose, he wanders out into the streets that are usually slummy and unfriendly and back to a hotel room whose look and cost closely reflect his recent successes or failures...