Word: glows
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...poetic banality of a George Segal environment: the grimy interior of a small soda shop, complete with three tattered barstools, and "oldies" juke box and an empty cigarette machine: its general bleakness is dimly lit by a purple noon glow. Here, in the black heart of the Brooklyn werehouse district, on a December night in 1962, a German immigrant shopkeeper, a schizoid ghetto youth and a Jewish NYU coed encounter each other and, in the course of two hours (the action is continuous), slowly, painstakingly post off the one another's marks, wrestling out each other's hidden guilts...
...When asked why the meeting was being held at all, Pompidou justified it on the "negative" basis that "not to hold it would be an act with grave consequences." He added, with scarcely more enthusiasm, "I hope that when we are all around the table, a European flame will glow a little brighter, and France will not seek to extinguish...
...boxers joined the referee in mid-ring, Jones dancing in the glow of apparent triumph, Tregubov glumly anticipating defeat. Suddenly the referee raised the Russian's right hand, signaling victory. The crowd sat stunned for a moment, then nearly blew the top off the arena, whistling (the European version of booing), firing debris into the ring and crying "Schande! Schande! Schande!" (Shame! Shame! Shame...
...greet him were President Nikolai Podgorny, Premier Aleksei Kosygin and Foreign Minister Andrei Gromyko. Brezhnev was absent, but that was not unusual or slighting. The route to Moscow had been cleaned up for the President's visit. U.S. flags waved alongside Soviet banners on lampposts. In the soft glow of twilight, the glittering domes of the Kremlin churches seemed cheerful and inviting as the limousines crossed the Moscow River and swept into the fastness of the Kremlin...
...long since faded. And after one or two bravura letters, the friendships fade as well. So what then's left to do short of shuffling through Senior Yearbook for the next 2000 years? Let's face it. College is pretty much a shuck. A holding action with a seductive glow that hasn't even the half-life of a burning match...