Word: bagful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Winnie, increasingly immobile (in the second act she is buried up to her neck) and denied the escape of death, is forced to assert her existence through Willie and her "things" a bag, a comb, a toothbrush, a revolver. The smallest objects become signs of life, and assume a life of their own. The parasol may burn up, the glasses may be smashed, but Winnie knows that they will mysteriously return, unharmed, to sustain her endless day, and she cries with appropriately endless irony, "That is what I find so wonderful, the way things...(voice breaks, head down)...things...
...privilege of attending a U.S. Cabinet meeting. He showered Moro with gifts-including a 19th century Sheraton gilt mirror, a pen stand with two gold pens, a matching Accutron desk clock, a photograph of Italy taken from U.S. satellite Tiros IX, a stained-glass cross, a blue nylon sleeping bag for a Moro daughter, and a Texas cowboy costume for Moro...
...their own accord at 6 p.m. "I wanted a place where I could study and train and nothing else," explains Shotputter Matson, a gentle giant who calls everybody "sir" or "ma'am" and hardly goes anywhere without bringing along his pet shot in a brown bowling bag. As far as he's concerned, the M in A. & M. stands for Emil Mamaliga, 44, an assistant coach for the varsity swimming team, who started Randy lifting weights to build up his rangy frame. "You can't fire a 16-in. shell from a PT boat," Mamaliga insisted...
...seems pretty strong stuff. (I remember the raised eyebrows last year as Izzy declined to equivocate on questions from a Kirkland forum: "Jimmy Hoffa? He's a lousy crook. Belongs in jail. . . . Dean Rusk? The kind of guy you grow at Harvard--a sophisticated, educated, cultivated big bag of nothing.") A subscriber's salvation is that the unfair, bull-headed way Stone maligns his heroes is more than compensated for by the way he rears back and knocks the living daylights out of his villains...
...Back in Cambridge, he had the oil sketch shipped to him for closer inspection. Fogg Art Museum colleagues, including Jakob Rosenberg, scrutinized it and agreed on its authenticity. Experts evaluated it as high as $400,000. To make finally certain, Slive strung the painting around his neck in a bag and flew off to Holland. "I felt just like James Bond," confesses Slive. The concurrence of the six leading Dutch Rembrandt scholars made the sleuthing worthwhile. Boston Businessman William A. Coolidge agreed to finance the purchase, and this week Harvard's Fogg Museum is proudly announcing its newest acquisition...