Word: passionately
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...WITH a passion few U.S. citizens comprehend, monarchical Canada scorns the republicanism of its neighbors to the south. "Our ideal, by right of inheritance, is the ideal of the King-in-Parliament," wrote Montreal Economist John Farthing, bluntly and articulately, in his book Freedom Wears a Crown. "It requires for its fulfillment the acceptance of initial loyalty to a sovereign as opposed to allegiance simply to a system of law. Anyone who does not find the first preferable to the second is out of place in Canada. He should be an American citizen, not a British subject." For the next...
...Queen's consuming passion, outside the Crown and her family, is horses. On a recent visit to the university city of Cambridge, she said: "I am so glad to be here. I have passed through so often on my journey to the Newmarket races." The Queen also referees bicycle polo, a game that Prince Philip devised and, popularized for their children. "Do hit it, Anne!" the Queen cries. Elizabeth likes to sit with Philip in the evenings and watch television-at Buckingham Palace, TV is specially piped in to eliminate the static caused by London's rush-hour...
...real me dies." On the nature of his gifts: "I am a superior sort of liar. I don't tell any truth at all, so then my story has a unity of parts, a structural integrity. [It] sounds more like the truth than truth itself." On the leading passion of his life: "It's rascality! Pure rascality...
Standing behind his towering welded shields, César now philosophically observes all Gaul at his feet. The only one who seems to have any doubts is César himself. When passion is spent and the iron is cool, he views his own works with sobering detachment. Says César: "I wind up foreign to my sculptures, and see them lucidly. The result is I'm always kicking myself in the rear...
...attraction of this strongly appealing book lies not so much in the plot as in the author's passion for the city. Rome, says Belgian Novelist Curvers, is "like a woman lying in a shallow bowl of marble who, leaning now on one elbow, now on the other, constantly lifts one hand toward the blue bowl of the sky." Since that hand holds offerings-the offerings of art-the book also contains more genuine insights into art than a shelf of criticism. Of the Sistine Chapel: "Poor Michelangelo-to have been put to so undignified and superhuman a task...