Word: flowerings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...lord more dearly than Ouida, and, mounted on the plush Pegasus of her imagination, she wrote to hounds with the best of them. She was a hopeless romantic-but she had the sense to know it. "I do not object to realism in fiction," she wrote, "but the passion flower is as real as the potato...
...marry her. When the mistress becomes pregnant, James resolves to divorce Annette, but face to face with the supine, trusting invalid, he holds his tongue. The memorable story evokes a morbid doll's house in which death is pink with black edges, like some outrageous hybrid flower. Also outstanding: the thumbnail sketch of the prim, man-hating aunt, who all but says out loud that a marriage in which sex is prohibited by doctor's orders is a noncon-summation devoutly to be wished...
...bigger than California; Java has more people than the American Midwest. Mountains march down the spines of both islands, and a hundred volcanoes drift their smoke against the blue tropical sky. Indonesia bursts with resources, from copra and hemp to teak, tobacco and oil. The world's largest flower, rafflesia, with a diameter of 3 ft., blooms on Madura. The red-brown soil of Java (pop. 52,000,000), terraced with unbelievable ingenuity, produces two rice crops a year. The warm seas send long rollers crashing on the palm-fringed shores of Ternate, with its burgeoning fields of nutmeg...
...listeners into her own frame of reference. Her greatest vice at the moment, by her own confession: "Intensity." The cure she seeks: "Harmony. I want to find peace within myself and the world in which I live. I want to grow, not by design, but as the flower grows. Peace is art. Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes...
...crystal-chandeliered salon, the press was dead silent as the first model swirled in, wearing a sprig of Dior's favorite flower, lily of the valley, on her suit. But as the third model sashayed out, sudden applause for the new Dior line crashed through the cream-and-gilt rooms. It kept up for two more hours and 175 more models. Cries of "bravo, bravo!" broke out at the finale, a model marching by in a bridal gown. When Saint-Laurent himself appeared, mothered by his two weeping associates, Mme. Raymonde and Mme. Marguerite, the blushing youth was mobbed...