Word: twilit
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...filigreed web of wispy lyric phrases, works up to a climax drawn from a phrase of a Lutheran hymn (Es ist genug), ends with the violin soaring softly above the fading orchestra. Last week's audience warmly applauded Stern's sensitive reading of the concerto's twilit moods-which he describes as "neurotic...
...with Dave McKenna, piano; Wilbur Ware, bass; "Philly" Joe Jones, drums; Riverside). An alto saxophonist with wit and a springy, willow-green reed sound, Johnson bounces through a few of his own sunny fancies (Aw C'mon Hoss, Me 'n' Dave), gives fresh nuances to some twilit standards (It's So Peaceful in the Country, The End of a Love Affair). Among his best: a gusty frolic called Lee-Antics, which rings its intricate changes with geysering exuberance, builds to a stunning solo flight on the drums...
...twilit night last week when eight bells sounded midnight aboard the British factory whaling ship Southern Venturer, breasting the sullen swells of the Antarctic Ocean, it meant "They're off!" The 1957 whaling season was officially open. All hands were ready for the first leviathan. Soon from over the leaden horizon came one of the mother ship's brood of smaller ships, towing a monstrous fin whale by its tail. Then began a mechanized dissection such as Melville did not imagine even in his most tortured dreams...
...play is a kind of twilit allegory, a heroic drama that beats its swords into similes a work whose verbal abundance begets theatrical poverty. Brief scenes excepted, the play is most interesting where philosophically it is least so: in the first act where the situation is forged, where there is some of the clang of cloak-and-sword drama, where the words still fly upward. Thereafter, when they attempt to go inward, they suggest not a scalpel but an embroidery needle. Moreover, Fry is so unsimple with language that he can never really be complex about people. His deserter...
Twice more Baltaji ran the perilous course, gathering up all that remained of the Champollion's company, including the captain. The massed spectators let out a yell of triumph that drowned the boom of the surf. Then they walked home, leaving the twilit dunes littered with peanut shells, cigarette butts, candy wrappers and Coca-Cola bottles...