Word: vividness
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There was Winston Churchill, dumpy, "mostly stomach," a cigar stuck in his "large, round mug." There was Franklin D. Roosevelt, jaunty in a dinner jacket, "vivid and agile." And there was onetime Slovene immigrant Louis Adamic. earnest, slow-spoken author of The Native's Return and other books. Adamic was all eyes, all ears...
...precincts of the British rulers. Tommy gunners covered everyone entering Barclay's Bank to cash a check. The Post Office, Government Lands Office, Overseas Airways office jittered as Jewish extremists carried on a "telephone terror," threatening bombings (the blasted walls of the King David Hotel were still vivid in everyone's mind). On Zion Circus the marquee of a cinema twinkled: "They Were Expendable...
There is shy Albert Einstein, looking in his old age more & more like a long-suffering and highly sagacious old yak dictating a letter to President Roosevelt which sparked the Manhattan Project. There are the quick-eyed Lise Meitner, the steely Compton, the vivid Fermi, the deceptively rustic Bush, their faces subtly haggard in remembrance of the moments they are reenacting; and there are the faces of Oppenheimer and Rabi, a few minutes before all hell breaks loose in the New Mexican desert, with the shaky exchange-Oppenheimer: "This time, Rob the stakes are really high." Rabi...
King in a Palace. The preaching becomes a harangue only at the end. For the rest, there is a long, slow-moving narrative, often vivid, of daily life at Summerhouses farm. The nearest town is a five-hour trip by packhorse. The nearest neighbor lives out of sight, over a ridge...
...latest fashion in bitter elegance in English letters, as his friend George Orwell is the latest fashion in common sense. Connolly's touch of Irish divination and curiosity has given him a greater range than other amateurs of the 18th Century manner. His published pieces yield the vivid image of an Old Etonian still alive and kicking amid the European rubble, somberly turning the pages of psychiatric journals, reaching for the odes of Horace, and composing, with a groan, clever paragraphs to keep his modern anguish under classic control...