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...WORLD is all different flavors. Tastes in my mouth and in my body-Brigham's ice cream and cigarette smoke, dry throat. I wear a candy-pink uniform that bangs below my knees, white apron with a bow (legs out the bottom, arms out at the sides, and my head nodding yes, mocha almond, not fudge, marshmallow, pecans). Yes sir, I'll be right with you. My elbows scramble, between dishes of half-eaten food, lifting and wiping. Yes sir. I'll be right with you. Pay at the door. You get what you pay for. Special today on different...
...Some of its rebellious young radicals would not dream of sitting down to dinner without a deep bow to their honorable grandfathers. The campuses are torn by challenges to authority, but 70% of Japan's marriages are still "arranged." Along the streets of the teeming cities, miniskirts and high heels vie with ankle-length kimonos and wooden clogs. The glass-and-steel sheaths of modern commerce along the main arteries give way to delicate wooden teahouses on cobblestoned side streets, and the skyline juxtaposes industry's mammoth cranes and chimneys with the softly curving roofs of Buddhist temples...
...past still pervades Japan, hut it does not crimp its future. Already, the heirs presumptive to the 21st century own a big share of the 20th. A human cliche everywhere is the bespectacled Japanese salesman, quick to bow, to smile and, after consulting his pocket dictionary and his neatly arranged attache case, to quote a cut-rate price. He is seen even in the lobbies of the Alcron in Prague and the Gellert in Budapest...
...view. Pusey managed to conduct the whole affair without leaving the slightest trace of a mental truce between the forces who have opposed him. In his announcement, he lined himself squarely with "those great classes of graduates-largely from the 1920's and 1930's." and prepared to bow out with them...
...impressions of summer days and the sparkling glint of light on the river's water. Later, her voice grew mellow and wise as she sang "the colors of my father's dreams faded" and the audience could look back with her in knowing retrospect, as Gene Taylor drew his bow sadly across the strings of his bass, and Miss Collins finalized her memories, skillfully plucking out tender notes on her 12-string guitar...