Word: fats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Waugh, who lived by the sea in Provincetown, Mass., painted about 75 surf-scapes a year, sold almost all of them at fat prices. For variety's sake he kept-shifting the rocks in his pictures: sometimes they occupied the left-hand side of the canvas, sometimes the right, and now & again the center. Moderns who sniffed at his sticking to a proven formula overlooked the fact that such abstractionists as Mondrian did the same thing...
Dear Lady: Having attained an age when the comforts of home and a warm cheerful hearth have more of an attraction for me than chewing the fat with a bunch of laid-by sourdoughs, I have read everything in TIME including the list of editors, where I ran onto your name. At the risk of being a bit impertinent, is that your name or just your business name? My father's people came from New England . . . and your name recalled pictures of homes there belonging to my ancestors. It kind of animated old memories...
Breakfast (after five police and customs visits) and the day light of a free country came in Venice. An Italian attendant cleaned up my compartment, clucked disapprovingly over its shortcomings. The dining-car tables were covered with gleaming napery. Opposite me, two fat Italians argued heatedly about the pleasures and the perils of love letters...
...village of 300 inhabitants, not 50 miles from Belgrade, a grizzled farmer told me that there was only one Communist in the community. "He is a Communist because he is fat, and he is fat because he is lazy, and he is lazy because he has 15 children and he makes them work on his farm. But he has to have some job, so he is the Communist Party's informer. We all know him, and pay no attention to him. But we dare not offend him, or he would denounce...
...strike little needles of sound. Vag counted them absentmindedly . . . seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten o'clock. The idea sank in slowly. Suddenly Vag sat bolt upright. How could he have been day-dreaming? The specter of examination welled up in his imagination in all its horror. The smug fat text and the cruel purple type on the assignment sheet seemed to be deriding him with silent mockery. Vag tore the ticket stubs to shreds, clenched his teeth, and read...