Word: habited
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Walking or Crawling. Do jazz and modern dance really have anything to do with the worship of God? Glenesk believes that any creative art is somehow touched with the divine. Moreover, drama at the altar attacks what he regards as the greatest enemy of meaningful worship: habit and routine. "You should not go to church out of habit," he says. "I am all for the idea of enjoyment. You should go because it is exciting. One week you can come out walking on air, another time crawling on the ground...
...refuge from oppression on America's shores. With obvious sincerity, Kazan the writer-producer chose as his model a character he could warm to: his uncle Avraam Elia, who at 20 fought his way out of Anatolian Turkey onto a westbound ship. But Kazan the director-perhaps from habit-does his own script a disservice, rendering it in bravura theatrical style as though all the world were indeed a stage...
...president of the American Fur Co., Astor ruled the closest thing to a private empire ever established in America. Most of the fur-trading tribes -the Winnebagos, Cherokees, Chickasaws and Sioux-were in perpetual hock to him, and they had a habit of going into battle with medals bearing his likeness strung about their necks. Astor's puffy face, in fact, was thought to be a more powerful talisman than a scalp or even a medicine bonnet...
Laurence did not entirely concur with this prediction, even though it came from Einstein. He has the scientist's habit of storing odd bits of information until they mesh, and by 1939 a pattern had begun to form. Routinely covering a scientific meeting at Columbia University that year, he carefully noted the heavy concentration of nuclear physicists and repeated allusions to "chain reaction," a phrase that meant little to him at the time. But by the following May, a story of his gave Times readers an advance look at the awesome energy packed into an isotope of uranium called...
Such pulpy reel-romance recalls the tenement symphonies of the '30s-working-class misery in a minor key. Going from bad to worse, one long scene is awkwardly underscored by a title song, Hollywood's most lamentable habit these days. And the squalid abortion episode is mere nonsense. A moral issue is raised, then sidestepped by presenting a slovenly midwife who totes a flashlight and performs her dark deeds on the floor of a vacant flat. This of course makes abortion conveniently unthinkable...