Word: ganges
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...first time an imaginary artillery shell goes off in his mind. But of course all English-Irish love matches are star-crossed. Turns out that Rosy's publican father (Leo McKern) is the local informer for the British. Father surreptitiously blows the whistle on as grand a gang of Republican gunrunners as ever stepped out of the Abbey Theatre...
Robert Bronson, "the last great New England transcendentalist," is the ghost that got away. The author of Captain Hook's Gang, Sunday Mornings with Zarathustra and other poems, Bronson is something like a son of Ahab in corduroy pants. So long as he was in and out of psychiatric wards, so long as "his true sense of sight was anger," Bronson remained a darling of the Boston literati. But then-in 1953, to be exact -Bronson transcended: He found the One, the Oversoul, the Truth, the Great Zero that Emerson and all the earlier transcendentalists only dreamed of discovering...
Bandy then took matters into his own hands. Because the tenants had changed house locks, he kicked in one of his own doors in an effort to identify them; he was chased off. He enlisted a local motorcycle gang for a show of force; the occupants displayed a shotgun and would not be moved...
Madison Avenue is also borrowing from that classic American art form, the western. The Gary Cooper of the genre is Heinz ketchup, which single-handed confronts a gang of Brand X baddies on the main street of a lonely cowtown. One of the baddies steps forward, caps come off, bottles upturn; the Brand X bottle soon lies empty in the dust. As the half-full Heinz bottle swaggers off, a sourdough voice brags: "Heinz, the slowest ketchup in the West -East, North and South...
...ROAD from Middlebury College up to the Breadloaf Mountain campus (where in late summer a gang of artist types and their students celebrate the annual writers' conference started about 50 years ago by Robert Frost), you pass first through the scenic village of Ripton, Vermont, a town which will probably satisfy your expectations of what Robert Frost's home town should look like, You find little more than a post office, a phone booth and a combination gas station and general store dealing in two-for-a-penny-candy, dusty bottles of aspirin, applejack, Vermont cheese (kept under the moldy...