His rumbling voice suited the solemn occasion.

Although there are traces of improv-comedy slaphappiness here and there, Langer has thought through his thesis and his different levels of reality carefully.

Every man is, according to Mr. Hunt, a dull potato-eating blockhead--of no greater value to God or man than any ox or dray-horse--who is not an admirer of Voltaire's romans, a worshipper of Lord Holland and Mr. Haydon and a quoter of John Buncle and Chaucer's Flower and Leaf.

And then one reviewer said that it was your average boy-girl song and the writer didn't understand why people were making such a big deal out of it.