In her childhood, she was held spellbound by tales of the old South, related to her by her father, who was president of the Atlanta Historical Society, and by the family's servants.
Such remarks as I make about you are based solely on your Commentary essay, "Authenticity and the Modern Unconscious," and refer only to the first part and the impossibility of being held "spellbound".
This is an introverted account, with the Allegro maestoso and the Largo taken at especially ruminative tempos, and the listener is held spellbound by the pianist's sparkling sound and firm grasp of structure.
And last year Mr. Louvin was asked to join the band Cake's "Unlimited Sunshine Tour," where rock fans young enough to be his grandchildren were held spellbound by his spare songs about salvation and sin.
Both were then in their mid-30s, Di Stéfano balding and Puskás with a pot belly, but that evening more than 125,000 Scottish fans were held spellbound by their sublime, almost exotic skill in what is still regarded as one of the greatest games ever.
But back in a crowded conference room at the Waldorf, some 300 world leaders in politics, industry and finance were held spellbound by a freewheeling, solo seminar conducted by someone whose idea of a great meal was the Mexican platter at the White House mess: former President Bill Clinton, the ultimate Davos Man, always ready to expound on globalization until the last top-dog dies.
Alexander Woollcott, writing in The New York Times, thought that "John and Lionel Barrymore hold spellbound each breathless audience", and he commented that Barrymore "contributes to that appeal by every step, every hand, every posture of a body grown unexpectedly eloquent in recent years".
She held me spellbound with her description, even as I realized that something must be very wrong.
In the gulag, one finds he can survive through his knack for storytelling: he starts reciting what he remembers of Stevenson's Treasure Island, and a saucer-eyed crowd of murderous tough guys are held spellbound, promising pieces of bread if he can continue.
From eastern Siberia to the Yukon, audiences are touched by this beautiful and colorful story the same way an eight-year-old in Southern Italy was held spellbound listening to an LP.
Armed only with memories and a microphone, she held the crowd spellbound for an hour and a half -- a powerful reminder that simplicity can triumph over spectacle.
