Word: dusts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...over ten years, student requests for a pottery gathered dust on various desks around the University. When the Briggs-Barnard kitchen was discontinued in 1970, and that space became available, students again asked for a pottery. The idea received support but no action was taken until Rippe, who since graduation from Harvard has been a studio potter, offered in the summer of 1970 to set up and supervise a studio...
Such is the scenario proposed by Professor Marinatos, the autocratic old genius of Greek archaeology, who has spent the past four summers excavating the rich Minoan town that he discovered on Santorini. The site of his dig is shrouded in rosy dust, shaded by tin-roof sheds, and shielded by high fences. Situated on the southern horn of the main island in a spot sheltered from the sometimes blistering north wind, the site straddles a deep, dry gully. Marinates began his dig by tunneling through the pumice from the gully bed. "We hit the bull's-eye right away...
With his cloth cap jammed low on his white locks and his brown eyes squinting against the ever-present dust, Marinates scrambles down the gully to show interested visitors an example. He lowers himself into a masonry-lined oblong that was once a temple room. Triumphantly he points to the plaster of one wall. There is an image of a girl in a bell-shaped skirt, and she is dancing, dim in the sunlight. For 3,500 years, up until just a few weeks ago, that girl danced in the darkness of the earth...
...Julian's mother's bigotry; in "The Lame Shall Enter First" it is Rufus Johnson's club foot; and in "Parker's Back" it is Parker's tattoos. These disfigured are always the prophets and voyeurs of sin. Flannery O'Conner draws clear, black lines from the sterility, the dust and the dead-beat poverty of the southern landscape to the landscape of the southern soul. The simplicity of the correlation is underscored by the complexity of the evocation...
William Golding looks like every one's favorite uncle, the kind who pulls silver dollars out of your ear and is al ways just back from Tashkent. It oc curs to the reader, as he inspects Golding's wise and mischievous mug on the dust jacket, that no one has pulled silver dollars out of his ear for a long time. It used...