Word: central
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...regretted by natives are attributable not to one local boy but to history. The outspoken Carters may have speeded ventilation; but the bleeding holes in the oldest foundations are the same holes rammed everywhere in America by swelling population, the spread of wealth, racial change, and an active central Government. Round every hole, the citizens of Plains see what we all see-the quick dissolution of ancient ties of blood, faith and money: the primal mortar of society...
...wealth of the monarch's industrializing society; meanwhile, many remember the role traditionally played by the Shi'ite mullahs as protectors of the oppressed. TIME Correspondent William McWhirter talked with one peasant family, uprooted from the Ayatullah's birthplace of Khomein (pop. 12,000) in central Iran. His report...
...calo, the capital's huge central square, there were cheers for "Juan Pablo" and banners reading CHRISTIANITY YES, SOCIALISM NO and MEXICO IS CATHOLIC. Not so many years ago, such sentiments would have earned the sign carriers a trip to the police station. "I didn't think I would live to see the day," beamed Carpenter Juan Martinez Barrios, 75. The Pope entered the Metropolitan Cathedral to recite, in well-rehearsed and nearly flawless Spanish, the first Papal Mass in Mexican history. For several weeks he had spent up to an hour a day brushing...
...That is all that's left when love is gone. Dancing...There is no love in this city...only discotheques." Dancing becomes the central motif of Holleran's book and his characters' lives, the all-important Yeatsian ceremony, the substitute liturgy. They dance at the Twelfth Floor of the Carlisle and in the Garment Center after hours and in Hackensack; they live for love, make careers of it, die from it. Like dervishes, they dance for God; but God is Frank Post's pectorals...
They whirl around the discotheques, the baths, and the men's room at Grand Central Station, with their clear plastic belts and work boots and Technicolor T-shirts, till Sutherland overdoses and Malone disappears into Long Island Sound. Passion is a cancer; eros and thanatos, interwoven...