Word: arens
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...take a seeming "trifle," the disappearance of sugar. Whose fault is it? The Central Committee's? The Council of Ministers'? Of course, they are at fault. But aren't you and I too? We have come to tolerate the disappearance of one item and then another. How can we be surprised at tolerating the disappearance of such relatively minor things when just yesterday we put up with the disappearance of so many people...
Maybe Givens and her mother aren't angels. Maybe they even fit a few of the names they've been labeled with. Who knows...
...garden becomes the place to go when all else fails, when all other seductions and temptations have been tried and rejected. "I let the garden guide me," says Billy Barnes, a Manhattan talent agent. "It has changed my life-style, particularly now. People aren't smoking and drinking anymore; they aren't having sex. In this atmosphere, I find great solace from my garden." Barnes has landscaped an apartment terrace that looked like a heliport when he moved in. Stands of birches, pines and apple trees rustle in the winds on the 14th-floor roof. He smiles at his lofty...
Punctuation, in short, gives us the human voice, and all the meanings that lie between the words. "You aren't young, are you?" loses its innocence when it loses the question mark. Every child knows the menace of a dropped apostrophe (the parent's "Don't do that" shifting into the more slowly enunciated "Do not do that"), and every believer, the ignominy of having his faith reduced to "faith." Add an exclamation point to "To be or not to be . . . " and the gloomy Dane has all the resolve he needs; add a comma, and the noble sobriety...
...state spending for the poor. But he also developed a reputation for mastery of legislative rules and budget arcana. Brown sometimes crossed the legendary speaker Jess Unruh, who nonetheless knew talent when he saw it. After an early speech by Brown, Unruh muttered, "It's a good thing you aren't white." Why? Brown asked. "Because you'd own the place," Unruh replied...