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...Louis' reign the "High Epoch," a period when Frenchmen culled ideas from the cultures of other European countries and refined them with their own innate good taste. Navigation had proved the world rounder and more compact than even Columbus thought. Rembrandt was mastering the play of light and shade, or chiaroscuro, as the baluster lathework of Louis XIII furniture tried to imitate. Louis XIII knew art lent dignity to the Crown. His style was spreading, iron hand in velvet glove with nationalism, while France pioneered the idea of the modern, absolute state. Something of this marriage of vigor...
...qualification, Ohio State demanded B.A.s acquired with B-minus or better averages from accredited schools, and the Air Force picked only men who passed muster. One professor finds the students "a shade above those I've had on the main campus." The dropout rate at Minuteman U. is 19% a year, compared with a 40% attrition rate among all Ohio State graduate students, even though the men must juggle the time for homework and classes with family demands and additional Air Force requirements such as technical training, military tests, and logging enough flying time to maintain their pilot status...
...composition paper he kept in his luggage. By 1937, he had done 15 of them, including Paris, Fifty Million Frenchmen, Red, Hot and Blue, and Anything Goes, the show which contained a lyric whose rhymes and similes transfigured the art and cast the moon-June school into lasting shade...
...says. "They're loony, but the music's wonderful." The following evening offered Soprano Elisabeth Schwarzkopf, 49, making her belated debut at the Met singing the demanding role of the Marschallin in Der Rosenkavalier. Blondly radiant, and in sure control of her pure soprano, grown a shade harder over the years, Schwarzkopf proved that her Marschallin is still the most memorable since Lotte Lehmann's in the 1930s...
...result is not quite a masterpiece, being a shade too sentimental for that, but it is certainly a wonderfully engaging book. From the wrenching yet joyful nostalgia of the village Christmas described in the opening pages to the streets of Dublin that could be swept by love and laughter or in the next moment by machine-gun bullets, Farrell captures the bittersweet agony of that time. Most of all he captures the strength of the Irish spirit and the lilt of Irish speech, not in rank dialect but in the kiss of the brogue. Farrell's lifework may well...