Word: yellow
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...adept use of the vast, open-air Felsenreit-schule* stage. But everyone agreed that it was the sets that gave the new Flute its real magic. Mozart's mystical fantasy of free masonry unfolded among three Egyptian temple arches of flesh-pink, violet, cerulean blue, turquoise, cobalt and yellow. The middle arch was framed by black sketches of symbolic heads, and its opening revealed projected landscapes. Papageno was dressed in a brilliant green feather coat, brick-red vest and yellow trousers, while the chorus of priests appeared in explosive shades of orange...
...tower, 160 feet high, loomed last week above the trees of Paris' Park St. Cloud, looking like a giant Tinkertoy sparkling in the sun. The tower is made of steel tubes, supporting scattered metal plaques colored red, blue, yellow, orange, brown and silver. Part of an international building show, it is meant to dramatize the possibility of a new kind of monumental sculpture...
...troubadourish vein, seek peace and unity in the heart of a whirl of fantasy. In a Farther Country fades out with Marietta and one of her wacky acquaintances revolving in a dream world to the accompaniment of a fancy Goyen epitaph: "Her body became like a long yellow stalk, going up to seed in her hair . . . The room was dark except for the flashing ... of the sign across the street that said Moving and Storage . . . [These] words . . . seemed to be the last pronouncement about human life...
...stood in a vestibule which was painted pitch black. The only light came from the yellow eyes of a weird pagan god with two heads and eight arms sitting on a teakwood stand . . . A regular Japanese doll of a woman strolled into the foyer . . . Her feet were thrust into tiny gold slippers twinkling with jewels, and jade and ivory bracelets clattered on her arms. She had the longest fingernails I'd ever seen, each lacquered a delicate green. An almost endless bamboo cigarette holder hung languidly from her bright red mouth . . . There was a moment's silence...
...pertinacious, utterly fearless. Shooting down flies, beetles, hoppers, caterpillars, they work for mankind. It is their thieving relations, the so-called "social" wasps, says Crompton, that have given the family such a bad name. In a righteously separate chapter on these bad actors, he reads an indictment against the yellow jackets that terrorize the summer terrace, filch from jam jars and deliver powerful stings that hurt humans for a week. The hunting wasps, says Crompton, are not to be smeared with guilt of association; they practically never sting people, he claims-and even if they do, they do not hurt...