Word: butcher
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...neon palette of Marchand's Picasso-period had given way to a cool palette of forest hues: grey-green, apricot, lavender, smoky-blue. Marchand now talks violently against Surrealism ("It's good only for decorating the windows of American butcher shops") and believes that French painting is about to leave restless intellectualism and return to nature...
...Trenton, N.J. butcher, 34-year-old Preacher Burger butchered and dishwashed his way through Wooster College, then went to Yale Divinity School. For two years he had a parish at Graniteville, Vt., for four at Haverhill, Mass. But, though he has a wife and three children at South Ryegate, Vt., it will suit him fine if he never has another "civilized" parish. He doesn't particularly relish the black flies, mosquitoes and winter temperatures-but he prefers them to elders, sewing circles and church suppers...
They made K. lie down against a rock. Then one of them drew out "a long, thin, double-edged butcher's knife, held it up and tested the cutting edge in the moonlight. . . . With a flicker as of a light going up, the casements of a window [in the house] suddenly flew open; a human figure, faint and insubstantial, at that distance and at that height, leaned abruptly far forward and stretched both arms still farther. Who was it? A friend? A good man? Someone who sympathized? Someone who wanted to help? . . . Was help at hand? . . . Where...
...Live on $90 a Month"), run a library in the recreation hall, sponsor dances, publish the Spartan Wives' News. With their Spartan husbands, they operate a cooperative store that has cut food prices 8 to 10%, saves the wives a mile walk to the nearest grocer or butcher...
...which Homer had seen in visions, saved tons & tons of newspapers for Homer to read when he regained his sight. After midnight, Langley roamed the city, pulling a cardboard box on the end of a long rope. He inspected garbage cans for food, begged meat scraps from a kindly butcher, sometimes walked all the way to Brooklyn to get a loaf of stale bread. On rare occasions he darted into a liquor store, after first peering carefully through the door, and bought a pint of whiskey-"for medicinal purposes...