Word: unguent
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...Theeeeere she is, Miss Ameeeerica." It won't be quite the same any more. Bert Parks, 65, for 25 years the mellow master of ceremonies whose rendition of that unguent ballad had become something of a late-summer tradition, has not been invited back for 1980's Miss America contest. Parks took the news hard: "I never thought they'd pull a trick like this. It's a little shabby, isn't it?" No reason was given for his ouster, nor was a successor announced. Some names have been dropped, such as those of Entertainer...
Despite the art's remoteness in time, today's audience will find in it the first stirrings of familiar Western styles. There is nothing alien about the playfulness of unguent jars shaped like animals with lolling tongues, or the alert grace of a gilded wooden statue of the goddess Selket, or the art nouveau traceries of floral patterns on a lamp and vase. A wooden seat is decorated with a leopard-spot design that has the startling freedom and bounce of Matisse's late cutouts...
...pity and the view that everyone is a victim, are not part of her makeup. Trying to be normal is very hard work. Elizabeth winds up with the philosophical and moral equivalent of dishpan hands. But she is not one to disguise expensively acquired truth under some perfumed, feminizing unguent...
...heard awesome and uninterpretable rumbles from the dead lava hills. After smoking humito and talking to a bilingual coyote, he saw the "guardian of the other world" rise before him as a hundred-foot-high gnat with spiky tufted hair and drooling jaws. After rubbing his body with an unguent made from datura, the terrified anthropologist experienced all the sensations of flying...
...enjoyable but perhaps a little too balmy, langorous, limped, odorless, visible, and spun into circles with glass sides. Perhaps I felt it was like pouring oil on the oil of the problems I carried in with me. Perhaps leaving clamorous, febrile Harvard Square to go to the slow and unguent Aquarium seemed like treading through Louisiana in the earliest morning, interrupting the scudding smokes of the rousing heat and resolute dry plants, with a newspaper tucked implacably, disharmoniously under arm. There should be a sign: "Leave your newspapers at the door. Don't soil the flowers with their bleeding...