Word: glaciered
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...like loaves and fishes for youngsters hungry for homes, many reaching out to the troubled with round-the-clock telephone hot lines. Bibles abound: whether the cherished, fur-covered King James Version or scruffy, back-pocket paperbacks, they are invariably well-thumbed and often memorized. "It's like a glacier," says "Jesus-Rock" Singer Larry Norman, 24. "It's growing and there's no stopping...
...President Johnson was throwing me-er-showing me through the library . . ." Afterward, the Rev. George Davis of Washington, standing just in front of Vice President Agnew, offered a Spironian benediction rejoicing, among other things, that the University of Texas is "not yet frozen in the glacier of pseudo intellectualism...
...dealing with Twain's Huckleberry Finn in the story theatre manner is a much more ambitious project. It's rather like going at a glacier with a pick axe. Not that Twain's story is unmanageable. It's simply that its familiar episodes continually threaten to overwhelm the staging techniques that Bergreen uses to bring the ungraceful narrative to life. Few of his scenes take on an independence of their own and, as a consequence, the audience is left viewing something that looks more like conventional drama than improvisation (and more like high school pageantry than anything else) without experiencing...
...comes to training. The girls are put through the same rigorous program as the men. "In the old days," says former World Champion Annie Famose, 26, "training began in October. Now we start in May or June with hiking, cycling and soccer. Already by July there's glacier skiing. So by early December we're just as ready for those first races as we are for the big competitions in January...
...hope and despair natural to life itself. A lyricism as honest as a blade of grass in a boulder's crack keeps thrusting through. And so marriage, under the toughest scrutiny by Atwood the novelist, eventually is seen by Atwood the poet as "the edge of the receding glacier" where we crouch- where painfully and with wonder...