Word: sounding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only a handful of sopranos have felt equal to the task of impersonating one of the most complex, heroic and appealing roles in opera. The latest soprano in the noble line of Normas is blonde Greek-Argentine Elena Suliotis, 25, who makes the role's demands sound like a cinch. But to entice those who already own the superb Callas Norma, or Sutherland's less successful try, London has reduced this album's price by cutting the score. Yet quality prevails. Everyone involved-from engineers to Conductor Silvio Varviso-has outdone himself...
...Much as Oregon enjoys cutting front runners down to size, it apparently has no use at all for those who essay politicking from afar. Nixon conducted a skillful, low-pressure campaign that allowed him to say at the end: "The voters of Oregon have spoken, and I like the sound of their voices." Also listening closely were the uncommitted party leaders, such as Washington Governor Dan Evans, who chatted with Nixon last week and then said of other G.O.P. chiefs: "When the train leaves the station, everyone wants to be aboard...
...general was setting out to determine the mood of France's military leaders. From a Paris helipad, he flew to the force de frappe's headquarters at Taverny, on the city's northwestern outskirts. There he used the force's secret communications net to sound out senior officers. Then he climbed into the presidential Caravelle and jetted to Baden-Baden, the location of French army headquarters in Germany, for a face-to-face talk with two combat-division commanders...
Night is the sound of people breathing all about, grunting now and then and groaning in drugged pain. The men are all too aware of their bodies at night, and displeased with what they perceive. Their bodies seem suddenly, unaccustomedly weak and unworthy. They ache and protest with each shift on the damp sheets. The stitches pull; one is certain that all the vital sap must be flowing from the wounds the doctors have left open to drain. Each man knows that he has not slept a moment, and he quietly hates the men next to him who seem...
...stain on the uniform and maybe a twitch or two. They writhe and roll, gurgling and spouting the red stuff in enough quantities to make even a paratrooper throw up-which John does with emetic realism. There is also a double helping of portentous stream of consciousness on the sound track, plus some heavy-handed message mongering that is both otiose and silly. "Just you and me," observes one of the characters, lying near death in an inferno of exploding mortars and chattering machine guns. "Skill to live," the other says. "Skill to exist," the first corrects...