Word: dullest
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...masters of the narrative impulse, and Magritte, a stocky, taciturn Belgian, was its chief fabulist. His images were stories first, paintings second, but the stories were not narratives in the Victorian manner, or slices of life or tableaux of history. They were snapshots of the impossible, rendered in the dullest and most literal way: vignettes of language and reality locked in mutual cancellation. As a master of puzzle painting, Magritte had no equal and, although his influence on the formation of images (and on how people decode them) has been wide, he has had no real successors...
...indiscriminately ingratiating. Not since Ed Sullivan has anyone on television back-patted, hugged and smooched so rapturously. His wide-eyed, basset-unctuous, hand-kneading style on The David Frost Show reminded some viewers of Uriah Heep. "It's been a joy having you here!" he tells the dullest talk-show guest...
This town is about the dullest thing since Sydney. (Rupe says he likes my face may make me the anchorman of the Today show someday. Yep.) Later, Rich...
...diffidently and sometimes with an acute resentment about wasted time, over the department of photography at the Rhode Island School of Design in Providence. His public utterances are few, and his letters, if one can judge from the excerpts quoted in MOMA's elegant catalogue, are among the dullest ever written by a major artist. ("Our Peru trip wasn't too great . . . Cuzco was good but really just another Spanish city with Indians.") No matter. Since 1938, when he bought his first camera-he was then an accounting clerk with the Chrysler Corp. in Detroit-Callahan...
...waiting"). But the principal appeal of the book must rest in an enduring American fascination with the country's last honest crusade and that monomaniacal figure against whom the crusade was waged. As Hitler himself realized, the contest was a stark, Wagnerian drama, and even Toland's dullest pages cannot obscure the sense of inexorable fate that pervades the script. Time after time, Hitler avoids the assassin's bomb, as if some outraged providence refused him anything less than complete and final destruction. Americans were the good guys then, and they obviously like to be reminded...