Word: gazed
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...when they do, it is usually The Odyssey they turn to. That picaresque travelogue through the wilder outposts of ancient Greece has inspired ordinary films (Kirk Douglas in a mid-'50s Ulysses), funny ones (the Coen brothers' O Brother, Where Art Thou?) and one masterpiece (Theo Angelopoulos' Ulysses' Gaze, a mesmeric synopsis of a century of Greek history). But where's The Iliad? Hard to find, except in the 1956 Helen of Troy, a sober retelling from the Trojans' point of view...
Massachusetts state trooper Todd McGhee moved through Terminal B at Boston's Logan International Airport last week and locked his gaze on a scruffy young man with no suitcase leaning against a window. As the powerfully built 6-ft. 3-in. officer approached, wearing his Sig Sauer handgun and a peaked hat, the man began to move in the other direction. "Are you flying today, sir?" said McGhee. It took him less than a minute of questioning to confirm that this was just a kid waiting to pick up a family friend...
...being carried from the building towards the wailing of approaching ambulance sirens. Nearby, naked torsos littered the pavement and embassy doorways. Little crimson lakes of blood pooled on the concrete. People dashing in and out of the building stepped high over the dead, some without looking down, their gaze fixed ahead. The wounded went to the ambulances first. As each ambulance filled it raced off, only to be replaced by another. When the time came the dead were gingerly lifted, some scooped up in messy bundles. All were quickly wrapped in whatever was at hand; a white scarf, a vibrant...
...twin towers that loomed so large in my youth were gone—and I had not been there to say goodbye. New hot neighborhoods—like the Brooklyn blocks whimsically dubbed DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass)—had sprung up without me to gaze in their shop windows. And a new mayor had wiped out the city’s recycling program and banished smoke clouds from sidewalk cafes...
...Thoreau had written his essay in Atlanta, he would have noted that most people here cannot comprehend the motivation behind sauntering anywhere. And as they gaze at me from behind the tinted windows of their road raging vehicles, it shows. One driver even pulled over to ask me if I was having car trouble...