Word: aswim
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...family, and other assorted in-laws, for the purpose of taking the kids to Disney World? I who had been weaned on winter vacations at cozy New England ski lodges - mittens and hearths and hot chocolate with marshmallows - thought this a truly horrid idea. My mind was instantly aswim with visions of large stuffed creatures scaring the beejeezus out of Mary Grace (one of our twins) and of lines, lines, lines, lines. (My Disney experience heretofore dated entirely from the pre-FASTPASS epoch, and more on that anon.) ?Are you crazy?? I added for emphasis...
...stay. She resembled our mother, and besides that, she seldom removed her coat, and every story she told had to do with a train or a bus station." The three settle into a land of amiable anarchy. They eat what and when they please: "Sylvie liked cold food, sardines aswim in oil, little fruit pies in paper envelopes." Leaves and debris gather unswept in the corners of rooms; piles of old newspapers, magazines, tin cans and bottles begin mounting in the parlor...
...that's only the hors d'oeuvres. As the guests seat themselves at the banquet, their hostess urinates in a silver chamber pot. Slaves stumble over garbage-strewn floors bearing trays of delicacies from some gastronomic apocalypse: a white calf wearing a brass helmet, cows' udders aswim in a mucid green sauce. It is a picnic in the best traditions of ancient Rome and Federico Fellini, designed and executed for Satyricon, his first full-length film in four years. It may be the most glorious bacchanal in the history of the cinema. At its opening last week...
...thrown-back heads aswim In the grand, kept appointments...
...died last week of a heart attack, Bavarian-born Hans Hofmann, 85, stopped by at Manhattan's Kootz Gallery to see his current exhibition, 21 large oils, all but two painted within the last year. A pretty, 13-year-old schoolgirl, feasting her eyes on the bright rectangles aswim in impastes of Christmas-color oils, turned to the great, grey, shambling man and asked timidly, "Aren't you Mr. Hofmann?" With a beam, he nodded, replied, "And of course you paint yourself." For him there was no higher activity and he meant it as a return compliment...