Word: sirring
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...many an opera buff the music is all well and good, but what really counts is the thrill of encountering a glamorous big-name conductor-such as Paris' Sir Georg Solti (who will conduct Le Nozze di Figaro and Otello) or La Scala's dashing Claudio Abbado (Macbeth, La Cenerentola, Simon Boccanegra). Or being present when an important artist breaks through into international stardom-as, say, Paris' dulcet-voiced soprano Margaret Price (the Countess in Figaro, Desdemona in Otello) may well do this time. Before La Scala and Paris wind up their two-week stands (Paris will...
...Died. Sir Winston Scott, 76, kind-hearted doctor who gave free medical care to the poor in Barbados and became the first native-born Governor-General of that country in 1967, six months after it gained independence; of an apparent heart attack; in Bridgetown, Barbados...
Sabatini's talents as a stylist lie well to the south of, say, Sir Walter Scott's. He is a Monte Pythonesque coiner of clichés: rubies have a fearless tendency to "glow like live coals," and Frenchmen sputter expletives like "Name of a name!" and "By example!" Yet in the next sentence Sabatini can turn a flashing phrase (a eunuch's hands are two "bunches of fat fingers...
...common that their intent has been obscured. Men insult each other by casting aspersions on their mothers or by turning "feminine" characteristics into epithets like "sissy" and worse.Once-honorable words like queen, madam and mistress have, in fact, been tarred with salacious connotations that their male counterparts-king, sir and master-have escaped. Sometimes Miller and Swift's complaints are plain silly. The authors sniff linguistic oppression in the fact that women are said to "marry into" families; the same thing, of course, is said of men when they hitch up to richer or more prominent clans. Prince Phillip...
...make it, sir. It's spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me." "I'm not asking you, Lieutenant Berg, " said the Commander. "Rev her up to 8,500! We're going through!" The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. The crew looked at each other and grinned. "The Old Man'll get us through," they said to one another...