Word: languorously
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...however A. His illustration includes one of the key "Wake Up the Grader" phrases- "It is absurd." What force! What gall! What fun! "Ridiculous," "hopeless," "nonsense," on the one hand: "doubtless," "obvious," "unquestionable," on the other, will have the same effect. A hint of nostalgic, anti-academic languor at this stage may well match the grader's own mood: "It seems more than obvious to one entangled in the petty quibbles of contemporary Medievalists-at times indeed, approaching the ludicrous-that, smile as we may at its follies, or denounce its barbaries, the truly monumental achievements of the Middle Ages...
...Enigma Variations. Based on the orchestral score by Sir Edward Elgar, the work is a nostalgic visualization of a half-remembered spirit and place: green and pleasant England at the end of Victoria's reign. Before a stunning set by Julia Trevelyan Oman that at once suggests the languor of an autumnal afternoon and the oaken mellowness of a Worcestershire estate, the Royal's dancers bring to life the Malvern Circle of friends whom Elgar referred to, by initials or nicknames, in his score: among them, the brusque, exuberant Troyte (Anthony Dowell), the gay, pensive teenager Dorabella (Sibley...
Some composers challenge posterity with a roar. Others woo it with seductive languor or graceful wit. Austrian Composer Anton Webern conjured it with a whisper. A shy, intense man who physically shrank from noise, he wrote spare, slight pieces filled with directions like "scarcely audible" and "dying away." Such was the understated economy of his scores that his life's work amounts to a bare three hours of playing time. Nearly all of his compositions take less than ten minutes to perform. He turned out works containing as much silence as music, and that was how an indifferent world...
...child of privilege weaning himself from old Nanny and stumbling gamely onto the fields of Eton? Not at all. V.S. (for Victor Sawdon) Pritchett's brilliantly belligerent account of his first 20 years is about as far as a memoir can get from the usual look-back-in-languor...
Bellicose Charm. The Armies of the Night occasionally suffers from the languor that inevitably descends upon any one-character work. And it is not with out Mailer's usual excesses. He enjoys his own jokes too inordinately; he protests his right to protest too much, with some of the purplest prose apotheosizing America written since the rhetorical mauve of Thomas Wolfe ("Brood on that country who expresses our will. She is America, once a beauty of magnificence unparalleled . . . tender mysterious bitch"). For the most part, his genuine wit and bellicose charm, and his fervent and intense sense of legitimately...