Word: caking
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...COULD A French Queen suggest that starving peasants should eat cake? Obviously because she had no desire to come to grips with her subjects' pressing needs. The unnecessary result was that the Parissiennes rapidly came to grips with...
...trapped in the folds of a falling curtain, like big game in a tree trap. The pace slowed: "I can't read my monitor," James Earl Jones rumbled like an Old Testament prophet rebuking his flock. Most of all, the pretension showed: birthday candles were lit on a cake that looked like the Tower of Babel, as discomfited luminaries dished up decades of encapsulated world history in which the Actors' Fund got featured billing ("A Russian named Pavlov used dogs to study conditioned reflexes, and the Actors' Fund was 25 years...
...concurrently, the afternoon events took about five hours. The tracksters all went out to dinner afterwards, however, gorging on weak, chicken, baked potatoes and ice cream at Yale's, in New Haven, on the way back ... Junior Karen Gray turned 20 on Saturday, so the team munched on birthday cake at the restaurant provided by Gray's parents...
...after trouncing Yale they dined in especially fine style. Courtesy of BETTY IPPOLITO--last year's softball captain--the entire team descended upon the Ippolito restaurant in Connecticut for a lavish banquet consisting of eggplant parmesan, sausage and meatballs, salad coleslaw, potato salad, breads, chocolate cake, carrot cake and pitches of beer. Not contest to totally satiate the aquawomen, Mr. Ippolito disappeared into the kitchen where he made eggplant parmesan and meatball sandwiches for the short file back to Cambridge. "You always with later that you had taken that extra bite," he admonished one groaningly-full sprinter... Freshman DONNA MARCIN...
...keep the public Stürm und Drang at bay and focus on the private lives laid bare by pervasive surveillance. Suspense takes a back seat. Somewhere, hazily defined terrorists are poised to punish Tolm for his real and imagined sins of omission. Will the assault be by cake bomb, a flight of mechanical birds stuffed with explosives or a mysterious boy with a "bomb in his head"? Who will attempt to kill Tolm, where and when, is not so important as how this highly concentrated bit of modern society keeps its humanity when its every move is known...