Word: ests
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...used to look down on football fanatics before I became one myself. My conversion was like Alypus', as described by Augustine in his Confessions: "Quid plura? Spectavit, clamavit, exarsit, abstulit, inde secum insaniam qua stimularetur redire; non tantum cum illis a quibus prius abstractus est, sed etiam prae etiam prae illis, et alios trahens." New, as if to prove the medieval maxim that one must believe in order to understand, I have come to see what all the excitement is about...
...plus ςa change, plus c'est . . . Assigned to report the changes in another service, Houston Correspondent Leo Janos visited Sheppard Air Force Base where General Jerry D. Page demonstrated the new informality by walking unannounced into a dormitory room picked at random. Inside, a single airman was sacked out on his bunk. "The airman opened one eye, then the other," says Janos. "He squinted sleepily and saw two stars, reporter with bolted pad and a host of brass hovering in the background. He bolted from bed as if ejected from a smoking jet. His feet never touched...
...Gaulle still remained something of a mystery to Americans. He claimed a grandeur, a synecdoche of self and nation ("La France, c'est moi"), which in another man would have seemed monstrously totalitarian, or at least extremely eccentric. America's last comparable hero was Dwight Eisenhower, as Kansan as De Gaulle was Cartesian, and it may be that Ike was the last man who could have said with any safety: "I am America!" Richard Nixon would not dare to try the formulanor would Georges Pompidou, for that matter. The U.S. has accommodated itself to a life...
...catching panoply of ballet maneuvers, from chastely classic lifts to Broadway shuffles, set to an eclectic score (by Alan Raph and Lee Holdridge) that blends the modish and the modal. The climax is a joyous, foot-stamping, yet thoroughly unblasphemous rock version of the Ite, missa est chant that ends the Latin Mass. At the diminuendo finale, the dancers lay rows of votive lights across the stage and drift silently, monkishly, into the wings...
...years old-one works only six hours a day four days a week. That is just enough for my trips and my audiences. They don't need me. The "plan" has settled things in advance.' Then, pointing to Kosygin rowing, 'Le plan, c'est...