Word: earlied
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...matter of taste. Loops and corkscrews probably offer the rawest thrills-unadorned, mind-bending, stomach-stretching terror. Sans a 360° turnover, however, metal coasters are somewhat tame-too quiet and too smooth, and lacking the wooden coaster's capacity to engage the eye and the ear. Riding a wooden roller coaster is like barnstorming in a biplane; a trip in a metal coaster is like flying to Cleveland in a jumbo jet. Both will take you where you want to go-a little bit out of your mind with fear and fun-but only in a wooden coaster...
With The Importance of Being Ear nest Wilde raises frivolity to high fash ion, attains a comic nirvana through sheer nonsense. Apart from a wonderfully sly-tongued cast, which this production has, the play demands a director who can crack the combination of its elegant wit and satirical wisdom with the silky fingers of a safe robber. Stephen Porter is just that sort of director, and the stamp of his assurance is his total trust in the playwright...
...pair have not been given the concentrated authority of those in similar positions under previous Presidents. They have an input in formulating policy, but no more than that. They have the ear of the President whenever they ask for it, but he heeds many other voices too. Carter insists on keeping open several lines of communication, and no H.R. Haldeman stands imperiously at his door...
Fate hadn't finished with Carlo, though. That spring she tapped Bruce Collier on the shoulder, whispered in the housing czar's ear, and arranged to have Carlo exiled to Mather House for the next three years. Still none of the Love Story trappings and to top it off, he'd have to take a bus to civilization every morning. For Carlo, who took the news like someone who's just seen the doctor chuckle at the results of his V.D. test, it seemed like he never should have left Jersey City. Hell, he figured, "I could have lived...
...wrap a sermon around them. Brother Ignatius taught calculus in my high school in New York, and he taught it really well, because everyone learned it really well. If you didn't learn it really well Brother Ignatius would say something like "Jesus Christ" loud enough to cause inner ear damage, and then remind you that although he was 58 years old he could still punt a football 65 yards. Sometimes he would demonstrate by kicking a solid oak desk half-way across the classroom, which was impressive enough that everyone would buckle down to derivatives. Brother Ignatius...