Word: drunkenness
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...youth had gone with friends to a winery in Warsaw's Old Town to celebrate, following a school examination. When they came out, they were stopped by a militia patrol. Przemyk was seized and severely beaten. An official statement later said he had been involved in a drunken brawl and had to be "forcibly calmed" when the militiamen took him to a first-aid station. Przemyk's friends denied the charge. Przemyk died two days later, after undergoing emergency surgery. In an emotional letter to Deputy Premier Mieczyslaw Rakowski, Poet Wiktor Woroszylski wrote that "the surgeons who opened...
...charging prisoners for their room and board. Since April 1, Humboldt has been billing its inmates $30 a day; Delaware followed suit on May 1 with a more modest daily rate of $20. Says Humboldt County Jail Administrator Richard Jurgens: "The taxpayers are sick and tired of paying for drunken drivers and bad-check artists...
...EROFEEV'S narrative is essentially unique--suigeneris from a bottle; the story is told entirely from the viewpoint of a drunken man riding the train from Moscow to the outlying village of Petushki, a paradise of sorts where he will find true love or, at the very least, great sex. But his journey is doomed from the start. Just as in Moscow, he has never seen the Kremlin so he is fated never to view Petushki either...
...authors (Chekhov's last words: "Let's have some champagne!"), even as his own journey takes on a mythico-literary cast. Erofeev is Sheherezade, avoiding one thousand and one train fares by telling obscene stories to chief Ticket Inspector Semyonych. He is Oedipus, parrying the ribald riddles of a drunken Sphinx. He is Dante descending through the Moscow circles of Hell, his Virgil a bottle of Stolychnaya. And in the tragic denouement, Erofeev becomes Christ on Golgotha, crying out in anguish "Why, oh Lord, did you forsake...
LIKE Kay's vision, Time and the Conways sobers us even as it entertains and captures our attention. And like Kay, when we leave this party of bright young men and women with so much hope for the future, we are not caught up by its drunken dizziness and general warmth, which dissipate in a half-hour: instead, we depart saddened, but with a bit of wisdom that is more valuable and more lasting...