Word: bending
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Class marshals of the Class of 1973 are M. Deacon Dake of Adams House and South Bend, Ind., first marshal, Barry C. Malinowski of Kirkland House and Abington, second marshal; John B. Hagerty of Eliot House and Charleston, S.C., third marshal and Stanley P. Mark of Winthrop House and Cincinnati, Ohio, fourth marshal...
...compendium of Rimpa techniques and virtues: the sprightly drawing of flower and tendril; the formal presentation of each poet in a separate cartouche, as in a print. In his more realistic vein, as in a screen depicting Flowering Plants of Summer, Hoitsu possessed epigrammatic powers of observation: the fronds bend and bow under the summer rain, weaving a delicate lattice of green against the now tarnished silver ground...
Barth's trick is to bend the old Golden Bough into fairy tales about the ordinary daily reality of archetypes. So we find Perseus, the slayer of Medusa, bogged down in middle age and suffering from what might be called hero's block. "You saw how it was," he says to his mistress, a nymph. "The kids were grown and restless; Andromeda and I had become different people; our marriage was on the rocks. The kingdom took care of itself; my fame was sure enough-but I'd lost my shine with golden locks...
Even so, last week's agreement represented something of a failure of French diplomacy, in that Paris appeared to bend to the will of its partners instead of the other way around. All summer France had threatened to sabotage the meeting unless-among other things-the Common Market agreed to locate a political secretariat in Paris and decide on a joint trade policy toward the rest of the world, specifically the U.S. In effect France's partners had now called Paris' bluff...
...father, a printer, is that his huge son should get an education. Summer school. Not a chance, says Martin. No. Enn-oh. His father berates him as he hulks placidly over his body-building scrapbook. No notice. His father pinches his vast upper arm. Nothing. Finally, driven round the bend by love and exasperation, Martin's father thwacks him with a rolled-up newspaper...