Word: whole
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...whole scene is slightly crazy," said Leslie Waddington, a leading London dealer who attended the sales-and observed that few of the offerings were of premier quality. "It's public insanity...
...years, said to TIME'S Georgia Harbison: "A good auctioneer is very much like a good lecturer. Everyone should understand what's going on and be sitting forward in his seat." He added: "Sometimes the atmosphere in the salesroom is absolutely crackling. The eyes of the whole world are on you at an impressionist sale. As much as $5 million may change hands in one evening. You just feel the weight of money in the room...
...some critics, the auction houses' success is excessive. While no one blames them for dizzy prices-they are not their bidders' keepers-even dealers who are making wild profits as a result of the art boom evince a certain distaste for the whole process. London's Waddington points out that the auction world's Big Two, unlike most thriving corporations, do not plow back even part of their profits into research, grants for young artists or gifts to museums. Says he: "They are simply dealing in commodities." There is a gavel-size black cloud over...
David H.C. Read, 69, Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church of New York. "The worst sin is dullness," says Read, a transplanted Scotsman and British army chaplain who is never dull. Still, he disapproves of the whole idea of "princes of the pulpit," and he deplores the fact that people go to church to hear a celebrated preacher rather than to worship. But if there is any one prince of the Protestant pulpit these days, it is Read...
...lights upon the Queen of England, "the whitest woman in the world. She makes all the rest of us look like the Third World." Where, Bette asks sweetly, with only the faintest hint of bitchery, does Her Majesty get her hats? Pretending to sew, she conjures up a whole line of milliners in the basement of Buckingham Palace, threading needles for their monarch at that very moment. Then, she notes, there is that noble equestrienne, Princess Anne. How would Anne answer if someone asked how old she was? Bette wonders. Without a word, she provides the answer: very slowly, like...