Word: breaded
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...exodus of the Asians has already had an obvious effect on the economy of Kampala. Jobless Africans are clamoring for work at the city's hotels, which are running short of bread, soap and even gin; one must drink vodka to immunize oneself against the mosquito bites. Restaurants guard their menus like gold: most of the printing in the city was done by Asians. In the commercial sector of Kampala, nearly 80% of the shops are now shut and barred; in some the stock can be seen gathering dust behind the steel mesh placed across the windows. There...
Shoppers pick up soup meat for $ 1 per Ib. and examine jars of jam that cost $1.15. They drink their coffee watered-down-because it costs $2 per Ib.-and pass up steaks that run $3 to $4 per Ib. for an indifferent cut. Even the rich, dark German bread in Limburg goes for an average of 60? a loaf. I asked one supermarket customer how he would vote on Nov. 19. "I am not yet sure," he replied. "I won't tell you what party I belong to, but I will say that I'm not sure...
Each of the tables set up at the Armory had as its centerpiece a platter of fruit, cheese and bread. The bars at the corners of the hall served wine and champagne as the only hard drinks. Incredibly, there was no beer. "A political rally without beer?" one reporter exclaimed. "I never thought the state of Massachusetts would sink...
...fail to grasp the nature of their oppression. Kept around the Hollywood plantation for so long, surviving only on the bit parts the studio masters would throw their way, the black actors and actresses are jumping at the new demeaning major roles like starving slaves after a crust of bread: They view it as their chance to make it, not realizing that by making it on Hollywood's terms they are only tightening the shackles of bondage around their people's minds. One is forced to agree with Griffin when he says: "If not hiring some aspiring young black actor...
...meditation on a real event. Kawabata deliberately dissipates the drama of the match by splintering its chronology. His narrative spirals through the book's events in ruminative glides and turns, ending where it began, with the master's death. Commonplace images-a girl on a bridge tossing bread to carp, a long white hair in the master's eyebrow -take on a subliminal life through calm, patient repetition and minute elaboration. There is a kind of low-key daring about such writing: either it exerts a spell or it is nothing...