Word: eye
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Lillian E. Bryant, 53, knew just what to do, and so did several other residents of Horace Bryant Jr. Drive in Atlantic City, N.J. They looked that man in the eye, pointed to the door and told him to get lost. "It's total arrogance," fumes Bryant, who had one more reason than her neighbors to be ticked off. The street she lives on is named after her father, a former state banking and insurance commissioner who died in 1983. She and her mother Lillian W., 86, wouldn't think of leaving. "I can't," Lillian W. says...
...just after 4 p.m. when the images began to appear on mission control monitors. They were, by any measure, astounding: scrub plains without the scrub, prairie land without the prairie grass. The eye, schooled to scout such familiar terrain for equally familiar landmarks, scanned briefly for cactus until common sense reminded the viewer that there would be none. "The little engine that could," said Manning after the first clutch of pictures appeared, "did." Added Muirhead: "We've scored a major home run here...
...Stewart, I don't guess it means much to you, but I want you to know I think you're wonderful.' Jimmy had taken his hand to shake it, and as the man started to take his hand away, Jimmy held on to it, looked him in the eye and said, 'It means everything...
America is the New World. What it has to offer the jaded Old World is its fresh eye and unspoiled candor. When Stewart goes to Washington as Mr. Smith, a band of amused journalists ask him what he knows about governmental procedure or the passing of bills. His answer: "I don't pretend to know." And that too is a guarantee of virtue. Mr. Smith's first name is Jefferson, after the man who said that a plowman is wiser than a professor when it comes to essential things...
Unlike Austin and Matthews, Larry brings a fresh and unambivalent eye to experience. Unlike the other two novellas in this collection, Jealous never bogs down in the bottomless gender swamp. In fact, the trip with Aunt Doris reads like a first stop in what could have been (or might become) a rousing American road novel...