Word: workaday
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...afternoons, before TV antennas took root on America's rooftops, before Y. A. Tittle or Bart Starr or Jimmy Brown could create their instant mythology for the eyes of millions, a man often communed with his family or made a pilgrimage to nature to find solace for his workaday existence. Sometimes he went to a saloon or a ballpark. But now, each autumn Sunday, he turns to the TV set, and enjoys the drunken exhilaration of victories by Chargers, or Giants, or Packers. It is there, says First-Novelist Frederick Exley, 38, that contemporary man can find fantasy heroes...
...seven quiet years, Ira Dennison, an upstate New York businessman, found the Adirondack Mountains over-looking Lake George a virtually soundproof haven from his workaday world. Then bulldozers rumbled onto his property, and the bosky dreamland in front of his colonial homestead became a concrete nightmare. Once remote and inaccessible, his hideaway was partly absorbed by a new exit for the six-lane Albany-to-Montreal Northway...
...saved Florence." But the consul's efforts were quietly heroic in limiting the damage. Aiming at something like Is Paris Burning?, a more exciting account of a threatened city, Author Tutaev, who is a specialist in Russian affairs living in England, sets down what he has unearthed with workaday, amateurish zeal. But the facts are eloquent enough. In 1955, Gerhard Wolf, Nazi, was made an honorary citizen of Florence and cited for "acts of incalculable courage, humanity, sense of brotherhood and Christian feeling...
...music. Franco Corelli nearly strangled on every attempt to produce the pure Gallic B-flat, while all of Soprano Mirella Freni's undeniable charm was defeated by the pallid music she was asked to sing. New Director Paul-Emile Deiber grouped his singers around Rolf Gerard's workaday sets in a series of static tableaux that had little to do with Shakespeare, Gounod, or anything in that vast area in between...
...that it doesn't thump when it hits bottom." Hopper's eloquence was visual. When he died last week at the age of 84, in the Washington Square studio where he had lived for the past 54 years, he left a half-century-long portrait of the workaday face of America. He had captured it with all the homely honesty of a foursquare realist-but in the lambent light of a brooding romantic who saw beauty in the humblest barber pole...