Word: sightly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poetic mixture of sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch that makes up a child's world is most beautiful in scenes of Rufus alone written outside the general text: "... (the curtains in the room) ... were touched by the carbon light of the street lamp, they were as white as sugar. The extravagant foliage which had been wrought into them by machinery showed even more sharply white where the light touched, and elsewhere was black in the limp cloth." These scenes were meant to be inserted in the story's sequence a la Faulkner, but Agee died before...
...With increased missile funds in sight, the Navy promised a step-up in the target date-now 1962-on its Polaris, a solid-fuel, 1,500-mile IRBM that can be fired from a submarine...
...another promising young U.S. soloist: special award in the Rachmaninoff Fund's nationwide piano contest, guest appearances with half a dozen U.S. symphonies, an RCA Victor recording contract. In the in-between years, when the glamour of being a teen-age virtuoso wore off, he dropped almost from sight on the community concert circuit. By preference he steered away from the showy, romantic pieces ("I was an egghead about what I played"). A year ago he went to Europe, scored a noisy success with the London critics...
Marblehead goes to disastrous lengths to prove the point. He whips up a Hollywood-type talent search for "the typical Navyman," whom he personally selects, sight unseen, because he likes the fellow's name: Farragut Jones. It represents the finest in Navy tradition, but from the first word uttered by Boatswain's Mate Jones (Mickey Shaughnessy)-a short, unpleasant sound that is blotted from the sound track by a stentorian beep-it is apparent that he represents one of the worst mistakes a recruiting officer ever made. Lieut. Siegel (Glenn Ford), Marblehead's chief whipping...
WRITERS GONE RUSTIC: "Five o'clock finds him up to his elbows in cows. 'The Boy and I finished the milking, and there, in sight of the cows, we sat down with a pail of the rich, warm brew and refreshed ourselves' . . . Then he adds, 'My, how The Boy is shooting up. He is already an inch taller than The Girl.' I don't know what gets into writers when they move to the country. They can't remember the names of their children...