Word: chats
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Plenty of administrators have left their pleasant little offices to pump hands and chat with Harvard's friends. Everyone planning to attend Saturday's Stadium Celebration should ask them what's being done to give a real voice in University decision-making to those who aren't middle-aged, pinstriped white men with dark-colored sedans and homes in Belmont or Weston. If the answers seem a bit contrived, alums can express dissatisfaction at annual giving time...
...steps through the doorway, sporting a double-breasted grey suit and a tan. As the crowd watches in quiet respect, he greets Governor Michael S. Dukakis and his other distinguished hosts. The Prince listens politely to the band perform and walks to the waiting crowd where he stops to chat with a few people. One girl can't stop smiling after she curtseys. Another woman acts casual while in conversation, but after is agog at what has just happened...
...most sophisticated device is Will's brain, trancing itself into the psycho's psyche. Will is the typical tough-cop hero -- a loner whose awareness of his own checked rages makes him see the killer as his evil twin -- but he is also a decent family man; a supermarket chat with his son, about the bad things bad men do to people, is one of the film's surprise highlights. The killer is both monstrous and pathetic: a sad, overgrown child. Only when he springs into violent action is he imposing, graceful. He becomes a Baryshnikov of derangement...
...categories as media talk (show biz, glitz), government lingo (lame duck, on the stump), business idioms (the fine print, three-martini lunch) and cocktail patter (networking, finger food, breaking the ice). The final exam: a mock bash at which students will knock down real cocktails, press the flesh and chat up guests...
Their June 19 demonstration, like the hundreds that came before it, lasted half an hour. Unlike nine years ago, the aging women attract little attention from harried passersby, and the police don't pay them so much as a nod. They walk peacefully, unconcerned, and use the time to chat with each other, catching up on the week's news. By now, the mothers are accustomed to the inevitable photographs of tourists and are eager to tell their story to anyone who will stop to listen. Each one, after all, has her story, as do eight, ten, twenty, thirty thousand...