Just make us look cool," he says confidingly
to the big-eyed kid, as a first move in controlling a journalist who is, on the face of it, infinitely malleable.
Interviewer Mary Riddell reports in the magazine: "When I tell him a horror story about Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, he puts his hand over the tape recorder and says confidingly
'Oh, that's where Cherie Blair is having her Caesarean section.
The "amiable" Richard Steele, whose "own natural tears flow as he takes your hand and confidingly
asks your sympathy," thereby makes a claim upon the reader's sympathy as irresistible as "the frank advance of a child, or .
Could he have had this particular stroke in mind when he spoke confidingly
to Troyte Griffith?
Awful in stern, immovable majesty, how softly these rocks are adorned, and how fine and reassuring the company they keep: their feet among beautiful groves and meadows, their brows in the sky, a thousand flowers leaning confidingly
against their feet, bathed in floods of water, floods of light, while the snow and waterfalls, the winds and avalanches and clouds shine and sing and wreathe about them as the years go by, and myriads of small winged creatures--birds, bees, butterflies--give glad animation and help to make all the air into music.
And how softly these mountain rocks are adorned, and how fine and reassuring the company they keep--their brows in the sky, their feet set in groves and gay emerald meadows, a thousand flowers leaning confidingly
against their adamantine bosses, while birds, bees, and butterflies help the river and waterfalls to stir all the air into music--things frail and fleeting and types of permanence meeting here and blending, as if into this glorious mountain temple Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, whether great or small, to draw her lovers into close confiding communion with her.
Singing mostly from memory, every word had absolute clarity and expressive weight - a superbly fluent and at times almost confidingly
And then, leaning toward me confidingly
, she added: "I am thinking of having nothing in my home but video.
tender Faure Apres un Reve iced the cake beautifully.
Opening with Colin Parr's poignant, controlled clarinet solo (Nino Rota must have known this score when he penned the music which begins The Godfather, the First Symphony progresses with string writing which is often confidingly
conversational rather than bombastically rhetorical.
Phrasing, dynamic shaping, diction which could cut Stourbridge crystal and, above all, a wonderful dramatic gift, whether in pathos or comedy, communicated these miniature marvels so confidingly
to an appreciative audience.