Word: corking
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...Hungry Charley's people are welcome to come in and read and study over a cup of coffee, Stasiak says. He is also happy to have any posters or advertisements tacked to his cork walls, as long as they're "non-political and non-profit...
...likely to invite such confrontations. At 60, Archbishop Timothy J. Manning, appointed last year as coadjutor archbishop with right of succession, is a man curiously like Pope Paul himself, progressive in social matters, conservative in doctrine. A longtime auxiliary bishop in Los Angeles, and later bishop of Fresno, County Cork-born Manning will probably be quicker than his predecessor to put into use Vatican-approved reforms such as the new Mass. If he is not likely to look kindly on avant-garde experimentation or liberal views on doctrine, he will, unlike Mclntyre, almost certainly have a more ready...
...County Cork man himself, Trevor has spread an eery Irish mist over the shabby Dublin back street where O'Neill's Hotel stands in bewitched semi-ruin. On the top floor lives the proprietor, Mrs. Sinnott, at 91 a legendary personage. Half-Irish, half-Venetian and a deaf-mute, Mrs. Sinnott is an almost mystical presence. The members of her family and the orphans she has collected about her over the years-mostly the lost and the losers-make their pilgrimages to her room and scribble confessions into the red exercise books through which she communicates...
...begs Robert, and Robert obligingly turns the attempted suicide into a murder. The farm boy's explanation to the police: "They shoot horses, don't they?" Yes, they do-but only when the animal is broken. As Fonda plays the part, Gloria is a born survivor, a cork of a woman who would bob to the surface of a sewer or an ocean...
...silence drawn from striped pools. Gilbert Stuart's Flautist is a man cut off from that silence, from wife and children, village, home. He sits soulnaked, haltered in other men's finery. Stuart, the master ironist who gave us a grandmotherly George Washington, here portrays a burnt-cork-face minstrel in reverse. This is a handsome black musician masked, glassed, in a transparent nightmare of snow white. The score before him is withered moonlight. The snakes who wove a raft to carry him have fled away beneath the sea. He holds his flute still, as a drowning...