We seem caught up in the creative frenzy of Victor Frankenstein, whose "discovery was so great and overwhelming that all the steps by which I had been progressively led to it were obliterated, and I beheld only the result".
We seem caught up in the creative frenzy of Victor Frankenstein, whose "discovery was so great and overwhelming that all the steps by which I had been progressively led to it were obliterated, and I beheld only the result". Here are some things that I think our present condition has left diminished.
You have beautiful rice, a handsome customer recently told her, and the rice is in fact not only lovely to behold but also to taste (it's cooked just right, in two entrée-enhancing versions: tossed with cumin, carrots, and peas, or topped with corn and flavored with cilantro and poblanos).
This bears directly on his accomplishment: His pastries are not only beautiful to behold, but also full of flavor.
They are not only beautiful to behold, but they are an integral part of wild and human life.
Middle Sea's wedge of distortion-pedal licks and crashy percussion is a treat, and Lose My Breath is catchy enough, but these are Glow and Behold's only real jams – streaks of colour next to pretty but forgettable instrumentals and pale, vaguely melancholic shoegaze that only just hits the mark on a heavily MBV-indebted Rebirth.
Allan Houston's recent scoring surge, filled with pump fakes that send opponents flying and pull-up 3-pointers in transition, has been a sight to behold, not only for fans but also for his teammates.
The lush hills of the bluegrass, dotted with wooden and limestone fences, are a sight to behold, topped only by the majestic creatures that inhabit them.
Some of this is genuinely beautiful to behold: the only shop in the world devoted to the work of avant-garde British designer Gareth Pugh is here, on Ice House Street, and even if you buy nothing, it's worth a visit for its reflective black walls, floors and ceilings, and huge LED video wall.
There is nothing refined, however, about the frantic opening of Schumann's Piano Sonata No 2. Uchida's manic intensity in this and the final rondo was terrifying to behold, relieved only momentarily by her deliciously liquid reading of the song-like andantino.
