"beguilement" is a correct and usable word in written English
It is typically used to describe the act of charming or deceiving someone through the use of flattery or wit. Example sentence: "She was captivated by his beguilement and lured in by his false promises."
7Levov was a childhood hero of Zuckerman's; in reading the notebooks, it becomes evident that Zuckerman harbored an unceasing infatuation with him: "The boy's beguilement has never wholly evaporated, for to this day I haven't forgotten [Seymour]," Zuckerman wrote.
With its sophisticated physics, video screens, and microbiological beguilement, the movie conveys Dwan's state of shock regarding the rise of nuclear power, increasingly violent cities, and a military-scientific order in which power is enriched with arcane knowledge and where science defies, with Faustian audacity, the bounds of human decency.
A more intimate beguilement awaits Sunday afternoon when the consistently satisfying ARGENTO CHAMBER ENSEMBLE initiates a weekly series of recitals by its members with a concert by its superb clarinetist, Carol McGonnell.
What Mr. Ackermann needed was not more beguilement.
"There is a beguilement to 'Sailor,' " Richard Eder wrote in The Times, "that of sitting through a movie in a state of irascible unconvincedness while being more than half seduced".
There's obviously a Weber quality of beguilement in the pictures, but there is also plainness and honesty.
He works every day, including weekends, usually on two or three books at once, and claims to have no outside interests or louche beguilements, except for alcohol.
But unless they're entirely beyond the beguilements of art they will also feel fruitfully disturbed, because "Zone One" will have forced them, whether they signed up for it or not, to see the strangeness of the familiar and the familiarity of the strange.
I think the facilities have been denuded, and there are now all the other beguilements of sport, and this obsession with bloody football.
Yellow Dog by Martin Amis 340pp, Cape, £18.99 Yellow Dog is a disturbing book, but its opening pages create a mood of excited reassurance: Martin Amis at his best, in all his shifting registers, his drolleries and ferocities, his unsparing comic drive, his aesthetic dawdlings and beguilements, his wry, confident relish of his own astonishing effects.
Every inch of earth is prized, carved into and built upon, so that the characteristic Genoese street, called either a vicolo or a carugio, is narrow, crooked, unmappable, mysterious (after dark, not the safest place to walk alone) and rich with beauty and beguilements.
