Bowra, "have her gift of beginning a poem with the most homely and humble words or of using phrases which are consciously trite or commonplace, only to rise to some sudden burst and thereby to show that even in the drabbest
conditions there are possibilities of dazzling splendour" (p.
His political program was "beautifully dull." Even the Louisiana Purchase, one of the greatest acquisitions in history, turns out to be one of the "drabbest
." Drab, in fact, is Beran's general assessment of the modern commercial republic: its policies are drab, and so are its virtues, unless seasoned with a bit of Tory mysticism and romance.
Johnstone is prepared to admit that one of the drabbest
buildings, the Carrick stand, is coming down.
In conveying the necessary background, Whittemore produces the drabbest
prose--drab, that is, for him--in the Quartet:
Though the countryside was beautiful, with luxuriant fields of wildflowers and snowy mountains on each side, the smaller cities and villages we drove through could only be described as drab, drabber, or drabbest
It might not change the world, but if even a thousand people do it, it can have a profound impact." And you also don't have to be known as the person with the drabbest
decor on the block.
To make matters worse, the team played in perhaps the drabbest
ballpark in baseball history.
Martinez virtually reinvented Sears, dramatically killing off the famous, but money-draining, catalog; shutting down loser stores; and then setting out to put a little pop into what was at the time the drabbest
merchandise offering this side of Montgomery Ward.
There's nothing like a fresh coat of paint to brighten even the dingiest, drabbest
The question is whether what I'm calling Moore's parable (on my exegesis) leaves any room whatever for the marvelous; or must we always prefer the drabbest
explanation of phenomena?
Or Curnow's sense of place with that of John Betjeman--redolent, indeed pullulating as the latter is with a social and aesthetic champagne that bubbles out of the most unlikely and lonely places, such as heather-roots and euonymus hedges, as if the drabbest
objects and artefacts of modern Britain were alive (as indeed for Betjeman they are) in the same way as its grand traditions: its Ascot and Beau Monde and the Changing of the Guard and Burke's Landed Gentry.
Dandies like Oscar Wilde may have fashioned sophistication's signature style out of the cloth of ennui, but they did nothing to sever its attachment to the drabbest
material of daily life, nothing to separate the been-there-done-that fatigue of the blase attitude from the basic grey matter of being tired.