Word: chitchatted
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...spite of all the pomp and pseudofriendly chitchat, President Reagan's visit shows that what China wants from the West is goods and expertise and the money to pay for them without an alliance against the Soviet Union. The Chinese Communist Party knows that its strength is international Communism, which is centered in the U.S.S.R...
...book, which analyzes the successful management styles of such pacesetting companies as IBM, Procter & Gamble and McDonald's, has become a how-to manual for executives eager to put their firms on the fast track. It is Topic A in seminars, skull sessions and water-cooler chitchat. Excellence themes have suddenly turned up in the advertising campaigns of businesses as diverse as the U.S. Postal Service and Bloomingdale's, the chic department-store chain. On the lecture circuit, Peters and Waterman each command up to $15,000 an appearance...
Everybody talks about the weather," Mark Twain might have said, "but nobody does anything about it." For farmers, such talk is not idle chitchat, especially these days. In a parched field west of Twain's home town of Hannibal, a Missouri farmer was, of course, talking about the weather. The seven-week-long drought, after all, has desiccated as much as half the crops in the Midwest and South. "My corn was ruined by July 20," says Paul Wilson of Shelbyville. "There were too many days over 100° while the corn was trying to pollinate." Wilson...
...sailing cognoscenti along the gilt-edged waterfront of Newport, R.I., an upset of such proportions is a very real possibility. Not in anything so plebeian as boxing or baseball, to be sure, but in the patrician world of yachting, where, over the din of clinking champagne glasses, the chitchat is about fears that the longest winning streak in sports is about to end. After 132 years, the U.S. could finally lose the America...
...current Three Sisters, a production by Rumanian Director Andrei Serban that transforms the customarily lugubrious Chekhov portrait of a doomed family into a knock about farce. Actors pout like children on a stage strewn with Producer toys. Earnest philosophizing about suffering and social evolution is played as vapid bourgeois chitchat. The fondest wish of the Prozorov sisters - to return to the gaiety of Moscow - is voiced as a giggling endearment to a baby. Yet the essence of the play is conveyed with antic energy and force. Serban adroitly manages a welter of themes: aimless ambition, futile romance, grotesque distortions...