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...picture, Wolfgang Petersen's The Neverending Story, it's more like a movie for wimps. Here's this ten-year-old called Bastian, played by Barret Oliver, who's so weak he can't even screw the lid off a Welch's grape-jelly jar. Three bullies from school beat him up and make him jump in a trash bin. A total loser. Then he goes up into the school attic and starts reading this book, and it sort of pulls him into the Land of Fantasia. I mean...
...going crazy, it's climbing-the-wall time,' " says Bombeck. She is 57 now ("somewhere between estrogen and death," she mutters); her three children are grown and flown, and the elegant white walls of her fine house do not have crayon marks or grape jelly on them. But motherhood is a sentence without parole-have some guilt with your chicken soup; eat, eat!-and Bombeck and her fans have no trouble understanding each other. "I could move up to Alaska," she says, "where the nearest neighbor is 300 miles away, get there by dog sled, walk into...
...uses completely contradiction methods of association. Songs The Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney's recent hit Say Say Say" are coupled with imaginative relevant narrative that in turn gives a structure to the song that was not there before. Another example that Blonsky cites is that of the old "Grape Nuts" television ad which associated with the idea of the cereal, the study of an old man and his grandson walking through the woods, the old man teaching the child to avoid bears with a grape nut clenched firmly in his hand. According to Blonsky, the otherwise irrelevant ideas...
...Aytat and Suq al Gharb lived in peace as summer resorts. Wealthy Arabs were drawn to the towns' cool mountain air scented by thick stands of parasol pines. Since the fighting resumed in earnest last October, the villages have become ghost towns. Gardens are overgrown, grape arbors drop their fruit into rotting piles. The newer four-and five-story apartment buildings are dotted with jagged black holes, evidence of frequent artillery exchanges. Virtually all the windows in both towns have been shattered by explosions, and prudent homeowners have replaced them with double layers of sandbags...
...welcome us, the women, Michiko and Fuyuko, served barley tea, buns stuffed with pigweed, pickles, garden strawberries and grape juice from the vineyards. We sat on the earth in the orchard under an old peach tree. I pulled a dandelion and told how Americans eat the spring leaves. There was much giggling, so much that the women covered their mouths. "We eat everything," Daimaru said. "But this, is this not a weed?" When I pulled a plantain leaf and said it also was a good spring green, they were beside themselves with laughter. After things calmed, Daimaru said, "Next April...