Word: woven
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...devotion to what he believes to be right--these are the characteristics which make him a splendid figure. These too are the characteristics which win the devotion of Natascha, the most dangerous revolutionist in Russia, capably played by Evelyn Brent. Around the love of these two the story is woven...
Charpentier has followed the dramatic method of his teacher Massenet, "Louise" is significant for its abundant melodic invention, its captivating coloristic treatment of the orchestra, and for the ingenfous manner in which he has woven the songs by which the peddlers announce their calling into the introduction and first scene of the second act. The role of "Louise" is conspicuously suited to the histrionic and musical abilities of Miss Garden, and the opera as a whole presents a graphic picture of a Bohemian Paris which has almost ceased to exist...
...benefit of those who do not remember, it may be recounted that Shaw assembled four of the finest physicians in London and made three of them ridiculous in the acid comments of the fourth, snow-haired dean of the profession. Woven through the ridicule is the dilemma. Shall the great doctor who has discovered a quick cure for tuberculosis apply it to a worthy, unsuccessful fellow man-of-medicine, or to a blackguard artist who can paint great pictures. He cannot cure both; his perplexity is enhanced by his passion for the artist's wife...
...silence, which made people's ears ring, and a sense of oppression heralded the coming of the tornado. There was a dull drumming sound as of innumerable wings being flapped high in the air, and the swirl of black dust about the sky. Then a spiral of loosely woven clouds headed downward, an inky blackness in its wake, and the twister began its devastation...
...only by the occasional comings and goings of the children next door. They have been her entire experience of life; of them she thinks or dreams; her thoughts are a tissue of memories,, remembrances of bright small faces, of intense childish devotions, of games of hide-and-seek, all woven together in a dark shining maze, blown and changing like the leaves on an autumn lawn. Then suddenly she hears that the children next door, grown up now, are coming back to live in the old house. Charlie, the most beautiful of them all, was killed...