Word: darkeness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...when he is old enough, Captain Midlife may call a convention of his words, spread them on the floor before him and write an autobiography. It would begin with a description of the Captain as a boy, when he lived beside a park into whose thicket of dark trees he would peer at night from the height of his apartment and search for the love who awaited him there. Exactly what she looked like he could not say at the time. She was exquisitely beautiful, he was certain of that: gentle and intelligent, quiet, stubborn, funny, kind. Sometimes he imagined...
...small 30-bed sport hotel, called the Larchenhof, that his father Alois built and now runs. A ski racer himself, Alois quit when a younger brother died after a ski fall, but it was he who first encouraged Pirmin to race. Pirmin's girlfriend Moni Julen, a pretty, dark-haired ski instructor from Zermatt, is a cousin of his friend Max and is accepted as part of this tight, protective mountain clan, which includes Heidi, 20, his younger sister and a downhiller on the national team. As a teenager, Pirmin spent a year cooking in the hotel kitchen...
...dying of ovarian cancer. After two sleepless days, she was struggling to breathe, vomiting repeatedly from a drug meant to sedate her. The resident physician on call was roused from sleep and summoned to her bedside in the night. The doctor had never seen the emaciated, dark-haired figure before. "It was a gallows scene, a cruel mockery of her youth and unfulfilled potential," the doctor wrote later. "Her only words to me were, 'Let's get this over with.' " The resident took her exhausted plea literally and instructed a nurse to prepare an injection of morphine, "enough, I thought...
...broad-brimmed straw hat topped by, yes, a huge pink branch. Another woman tried on an exquisite Arlesian fichu. She had it on backward, but it was still charming. Acting out their dress-up fantasies, or simply getting to the changing cabins, they all seemed to trip over a dark fellow lying on the rug intently watching a video. He laughed now and then and clapped his hands at the good parts, utterly oblivious to the rock royalty or the clients who could not get his clothes on right. The video was of his latest fashion show, which had triumphed...
Then there is the man himself. If his clothes are sexy, so is he -- dark and sardonic, with a wicked smile, an outrageous wink and a laughing manner. "He looks like Brando; he is pantheroid, catlike," says Anne Hollander, author of the scholarly Seeing Through Clothes. "He is sexy in a way that is absolutely not effete, and his interest in women is utterly trustworthy. He doesn't give the impression of secretly loathing them...