Word: glowingly
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1960
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Faced Ally. The British press fell into a rosy glow of pleased embarrassment. The Manchester Guardian ran an editorial saying that Britons were not all as wonderful as De Gaulle thought. Even the left-wing press, while dutifully remembering Algeria and the French Abomb, generally agreed with the New Statesman's contention that the British public "recognizes that its old ally has two faces and is prepared to give De Gaulle the benefit of the doubt and concede that he represents the one which we admire and respect...
...Both Composers Bartok and Martin anticipated the dreams of the stereo engineers by calling for strings divided in equal groups on either side of the conductor. The resulting spread of sound is interesting, but less so than Stokowski's fine performance. Even with a pickup orchestra, his Bartok glows with tonal colors as weird and arresting as an electrical storm, and his vigorous reading of Martin has a fine shimmer and glow...
...clubed into sensibility, spent the night in a cell ankle-deep in filth. On canvas, Evergood's figures were apt to be as chunky as himself, his colors applied in solid intricately designed blocks. But the mood could be as soft as a glow. In Portrait of my Mother, he painted a woman who, doggedly masking her pain, calmly awaits certain death from cancer. And in Forebears Were Pioneers (see color), he paid tribute to a stiff-backed old lady he happened to see seated with a kind of majesty in the midst of the ruins left...
...Brazilians screaming to their feet. Gosha, the Russian bear, came on for the finale to ride a bicycle, toss a few somersaults, wrestle gently with his trainer and balance ponderously on parallel bars. Then the lights went out, and Gosha steered a sputtering motorcycle around the arena by the glow of the headlight alone. As the Brazilians stamped, jumped, clapped and screamed "Bravo!" for a full three minutes, Gosha modestly waved...
...stature of a hero by becoming a bus driver. The language is always charming and often poetic, but what is most remarkable about these childhood memoirs is the total lack of sentimentality. The Edge of Day is a rarity among books: a simple story that derives its glow from the beauty of common truth uncommonly stated...