Word: eatening
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Smacking Enthusiasm. The Lamb of the title is, of course, the paschal lamb-not only the animal eaten on the occasion of Passover but the Lamb of God, meaning Christ. Capon's lamb recipes are quite earthy and practical; they offer budget-saving ways of serving eight people (four times) with a single leg of lamb. But something more important is bubbling in Capon's pot. In the practical process of relating a simple recipe he is also reflecting on a profound idea: that ordinary materials used in everyday life can be in a very deep sense signs...
...thought. Us, the walls, the bear, the streets. Our poorly schooled soul looking through the drapes is encased in a cadaverous face. The eyes of the face have no significance save their cheerful twinkle, winkle one night. Out smile is friendly and wolfish. Our teeth nash concepts. The eaten letters are sparkling bits of dirty ice. We don't feel so all alone. Our's is simply the change of space. The place is the same. He saw himself across the street and waved suddenly, remembering that he was not alone. He waved at some bleating sheep folding their fleece...
...nationwide riots. The earlier negotiations led to wage hikes averaging about 15% and touched off an inflationary spiral that has damaged the country's trade position and weakened confidence in the franc. As last week's labor talks approached, French workers complained that price increases have eaten into earlier wage gains, and insisted on new increases of 10% to 12%. Eventually, the union leaders trimmed their demand by half. But government negotiators argued that even a 6% raise would force the franc's "immediate devaluation." They offered...
First, though, there are prayers to be said, friends to chat with, a roast goose to be eaten. Papa even allows himself an extra glass of his favorite Rhenish wine, which he calls a "noble gift of God." After the meal, he eases his thick frame down before a harpsichord in the parlor. Crowding about the creche and the candlelit tree, the party joins in singing a carol or one of Luther's mighty hymns. Then Papa-head thrown back, fingers marching over the keys in a steady, stately rhythm-begins to improvise, outlining a succession of daring harmonies...
...last tooth. Harder and harder the dentist pushed, as he had pushed before. Only this time something was wrong. The tooth did not crack. "Jesus!" the patient screamed in his mind. "Jesus, make it crack. For the love of God and Norman Mailer and all the greasy hamburgers eaten in all the dirty joints of this screwed-up, Christ-forsaken land, Jesus make it crack." The tooth cracked...