Word: ates
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Pyrenees in what is now southern France. The time is the beginning of the 14th century. The priest is Pierre Clergue, a clergyman who might have made Boccaccio blush. In French Historian Emmanuel Le Roy Ladurie's brillant reconstruction, the reader learns how the villagers thought, ate, hated and loved-and even what they said to one another in public and in private. Such rare detail has made this lively volume a surprise bestseller in Europe...
...women who graduated the year after Sacco and Vanzetti were executed, and the year before the stock market crashed. As a commuter, Bolster nevertheless participated a great deal in Radcliffe extracurricular activity. As she recalls, most of the '28 Class Marshals were commuters like her. All the commuters ate in Agassiz, and "in many ways were a more unified body than those living in the dorms. It was not that there were any hard feelings there, just a mechanical question of the divisions between the various different buildings they lived...
...almost nightmarishly intense in spirit. Ernest Hemingway bought a huge work entitled "La Ferme," which Miro had toiled over for nine months in a studio with no heat and broken windows. Poverty was hardly romantic: Miro could only afford one lunch a week; on the other days he ate dried figs and chewed gum. For the "Carnaval d'Arlequin," one of his early masterpieces, he made many drawings...
...remedies and equine psychoanalysis, would turn the beast into a champion. If, for instance, Jacobs thought a horse simply needed peace and quiet, he would remove him to a dark, remote stall. If a horse wouldn't eat, Jacobs would move him next door to a horse that ate like one, chop a hole in the wall so the hunger striker would observe the mad gluttony in the next stall and, sure enough, the power of suggestion usually worked. Once Jacobs determined from what he felt was a pained expression on a mare's face that her shoes...
...Ling clambered down from his seat on the right arm of the Father, and disappeared into his tent. "He's getting his wok," Lori said in her gravelly voice. "We're going to have the traditional revolutionary meal of his ancestors." She paused. "They ate it before the Big One in '48." Too emerged with the huge dome upside down over his head, looking like a toadstool...