Word: fonds
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Yorktown, the family restlessly waited out developments in the large English Tudor house. They mostly sat and talked to one another, sometimes napping fitfully by day, sleeping little at night. Young Adam, described as especially fond of his brother, tried to entice others into Monopoly games to pass the anguished hours. A score of FBI agents arrived at the estate to advise the family and monitor events. Up to 50 reporters and photographers kept vigil at the gates. Helicopters came and went, each flight sending rumors through the ranks of the watching press...
...because God has. Shakespeare means us to know that the universe itself has reached its apocalyptic hour, and he asks his white-locked King to look upon the dethronement of all order, a grotesque, absurd, horrifying realm of meaninglessness. Instead, Page has encouraged Morris Carnovsky to stress the "foolish fond old man" in Lear, petulant, bewildered and sorely vexed by his daughters' heartless ingratitude. At 77, Carnovsky is a figure of biblical gravity and delivers the lines beautifully in a voice that retains the dark timbre of a cello. But he can no longer vault to Lear...
...macroeconomic theory, scull on the Charles, lunch in the Kirkland dining hall, even be mildly provocative, if only because senior English majors in the House were taking general exams, on such moderately unlikely subjects as the poetry of T.S. Eliot '10. "My wife and I used to be very fond of Eliot--I think we still are," Smithies explained later, but at lunch, he didn't seem so sure...
High school principals, as a rule, seem fond of imparting to their college-bound seniors the wisdom that although they are now big fish in the little pond of Hometown High, they soon will find themselves little fish in the big ponds of the college campuses of their choice--faced with the excitement and danger of a new world...
...kind of colloidal suspension in the expectant poet's mind. But when he had to cut the cackle and produce the egg, both reader and author were left in the embarrassing presence of Enderby's mediocre verses. Yet Burgess, a man of wit and genius, has been fond enough of this queasy minor poet to devote one, two and now three volumes to him. Why? Because with all his faults, Enderby is a strong booster of original sin, a commodity, Burgess feels, the modern world greatly underrates...