Word: heaping
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Wolfe will most likely be denounced for creating comic characters who accurately reflect familiar and self-important fixtures in New York life. At the top of the heap are "social X rays," rumpless women of a certain age who believe one cannot be too rich or too thin. Sixtyish men of this stratum are frequently accompanied by "lemon tarts," sleek, young blonds. Sherman McCoy is a decent well-bred sort, neither more nor less lustful than most confident 38-year-old males and particularly amusing when he gives facts and figures about how one can go broke in Manhattan...
...effective response must make Iran feel pain and, above all, give the U.S. a tough-guy, no-nonsense, Terminator image. Soon Iran will follow Libya into the trash heap of former superpower irritants, leaving the Reagan Administration free to select more symbolic butt to kick...
...something that utilities virtually never do: it defaulted. The company deliberately missed a $37.5 million semiannual interest payment on nearly a third of its $1.5 billion debt. Not since the Great Depression had a major investor-owned utility failed to meet its bond commitments. "We are in a heap of trouble," admits Robert Harrison, Public Service's president...
Raised in the shadow of the steel mills, James Wright kept circling back to Martins Ferry in his imagination, starved for more. He resembled "a flower in a coal heap," in the words of his biographer, and suffered cruelly in the small, tough town where he was born. But Wright gave as good as he got. One poem about the rumored demise of a whorehouse in Wheeling depicts a throng of women swinging their purses as they pour into the river at dusk. What the heck is going on? the poet innocently wonders...
...fellow South African for whom Fugard wrote the role of the folk artist, won an Olivier Award, the West End's equivalent of a Tony, for her performance. At Charleston, she once again convincingly blended the workaday and the visionary, making an audience see glory even in Douglas Heap's set -- in truth, reminiscent of a tatty disco. Her manic scurrying in denial of advancing age was a shrewd counterpoint to the prematurely world-weary languidness of Charlotte Cornwell, repeating her role as the friend, a disillusioned teacher of mixed-race youths. The Charleston version, which Fugard terms definitive, achieved...