Word: dears
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...winless war. 'We've got Whitman, and I'm pretty sure we've got Byron, and we're still working on the big case, Shakespeare,' say the Gays. And the Straights reply by hanging on to Shakespeare's Dark Lady for dear life and giving up Whitman altogether...
...most celebrated, public or private, in America. But everything is imitation. The Modigliani you can have for only $550 is just a glossy photograph. All the sculptures and ceramics are copies. Rocky still has the originals. "As life-long collectors of art ourselves," he writes in a "Dear Friend" preface to the catalogue, "Happy and I decided to share with others our joy of living with these beautiful objects and the thrills we have experienced collecting them." But it's frankly a business proposition: we share our art with you; you share your money with us. The people have...
...mirage in our minds, there was no choice but to pursue it, to track it down and lay our hands upon it, no matter how far we had to go, no matter what the expense. We were after The Bargain, the one truly amazing deal that would please a dear friend to no end but would, after all, be unspeakably inexpensive. You laugh as you read this, I know, you say to yourself that of course this is impossible. The Bargain? The incarnation of an ideal? The one priceless but cheap item that all others have missed? This must...
When Jones helped a rally for Rosalynn Carter in San Francisco by busing in 600 loud supporters, he was rewarded with a "Dear Jim" thank-you note hand written on White House stationery. Jones claimed to have received appreciative letters from Senators Hubert Humphrey and Henry Jackson, and HEW Secretary Joseph Califano, among others...
Alas, Tish's prose style, though always functional, has all the resonance of a schoolgirl's field hockey stick. Her sample "letter of apology for having seriously offended someone" sounds a little like W.C. Fields: "Dear Hank, There is no way I can erase the tragic error of my bumbling tongue." So with a letter to a colleague about a son who has just won a scholarship to Yale: "You and your wife must be bursting forth with unmitigated but understandable pride...