Word: cloisters
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...Catherine's is no longer quite so remote. Last week hundreds of Israeli tourists stormed the monastery and broke down the gate after the cloister's eleven frightened monks tried to lock them out. The tourists were there to celebrate Succot, a Jewish holiday commemorating the survival of the Children of Israel during their 40 years of wandering in the wilderness. The pilgrims apparently assumed that by this time next year the Sinai would again be under the control of Egypt, and they might be denied access to the site where, according to Exodus, God spoke to Moses...
...spread is owned by Smith Bagley, an heir to the Reynolds tobacco fortune and a longtime friend of the President-elect. Carter has been there before, and, as in the past, he observed the political propriety of paying Bagley $300 a day. Most of the entourage stayed at the Cloister Hotel on nearby Sea Island (their bills, like Carter's, were paid from the $2 million transition fund...
...heard what she is certain was a call-from God. "A call within a call," she says, since she was already a nun. This time the invitation was to serve the poorest of the poor. By the spring of 1948, Mother Teresa had won permission to leave the cloister and work in the Calcutta slums. In August of that year she laid aside her Loreto habit and donned the blue-edged, coarse cotton white sari that would become her new order's uniform. After an intensive nurse's training course, she opened a slum school in Moti Jheel...
...time is Mardi Gras. The place is an undertaker's parlor that looks rather like a medieval cloister. The hero is an undertaker named Herman Starr (Pat Hingle) who jests at death as if he never felt the wound. Actually, he feels it very deeply since his 15-year-old daughter Monica (Deborah Offner) may die at any moment. She was born a blue baby with "a hole in her heart...
...jungles, the ecstasy of the fleeting week shrinks to the melancholy memory of a moment and expands into the imagery of a new mythology--the mythology of summer. As April lengthens into May, as Cambridge boils and perspires and the shores of the island once again prove cloister like in their immutability, these globetrotters are more easily prey to a new, but no less powerful, set of images of worlds not realized. And within a few weeks, a month at most, the disillusioned ranks of the lovesick, the homesick, and the big city buffs will succumb to new illusions...