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...white and blue boulevardier. his native good sense sharpened with Parisian wit, Thomson deftly sidesteps the question of his reaction to all the tributes: "I don't know what my emotions are. I don't give them names. If you give names to your feelings, then you are stuck with them." Chatting with fellow Composer Philip Glass-whose opera Satyagraha has been the most discussed piece of the year-he succinctly bridges the gap between his own down-home aesthetic and Glass's new-wave minimalism: "Glass makes an opera in Sanskrit, and I make an opera...
...gave him a welcoming ovation. Brady should be home from the hospital by Thanksgiving, and although he is still partially paralyzed on his left side, he will eventually be able to walk with a cane. A full recovery is still uncertain. Even so, the press secretary's impish wit was much in evidence. Joined for the ribbon-cutting in the press room by the President and First Lady Nancy Reagan, Brady smiled as the President told reporters, "This room is built over a swimming pool. It isn't true, however, that the floor has been hinged." Riposted Brady...
There are players, who have furnished the competition, who have exhausted themselves in a great match of wit and abilities. They are to be congratulated for their notable contribution to the histories of Harvard and Yale. It is the teams which met today, as well as their predecessors in the Stadium and in the Bowl, that have supplied the meetest realization of the rivalry and friendship which have ever existed between Yale and Harvard. The conduct of all such delegates of the two institutions has built up a festive tradition that has long been regarded by Harvard and Yale...
...writers who merited dispensations allowing them to appear in public. One was S.J. Perelman, the sort of writer one would want to spend not an hour or two but a few days with. The point of meeting Perelman would, however, not be to find out whether that redoubtable wit could drop a line or two over breakfast like those he penned for the Marx Brothers, nor to determine if he poured forth in conversation the astonishing, almost Nabokovian, word-play that runs through his myriad of New Yorker stories. Perelman would certainly have proven disappointing on these counts...
...approaching 80th birthday that is to be the occasion for Chelsea's return; he suffers from a constant preoccupation with death. "Don't you have anything else to think about?" his wife inquires. "Nothing quite as interesting," he answers. There is a bitterness as well as wit in that reply, as there is in most of Norman's sinkerball deliveries. But bitter or not, jokes are Norman's last line of defense, for if he is afraid of dying, he also dreads living mentally and physically diminished. He can't remember things-the faces...