Word: hedgehogness
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More than 100,000 hedgehogs are flattened on the roads of Britain each year. Of the survivors, thousands limp into the woods to pass the rest of their lives crippled and ill. But other victims are more fortunate. Rescued by Britain's growing legion of hedgehog fanciers, they are gently bundled off to the country's only hedgehog clinic, St. Tiggywinkle's. Named for the hedgehog washerwoman of Beatrix Potter nursery-tale fame, the hospital is equipped to deal with every affliction, from broken bones to deflated spines. St. Tiggywinkle's wards house 150 to 200 prickly patients. Nearly...
...Stocker, the couple who run the increasingly busy hospital out of their garden in Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire, have launched a $1.8 million expansion drive, funded in part by a popular adopt-a-hedgehog program. A portion of the money will be used for rooms to keep the patients separated. In a triumph of instinct over infirmity, recuperating male hedgehogs tend to treat the wards like honeymoon suites...
...MOMA exhibit does show off Mies' absolute strengths. Like Sir Isaiah Berlin's hedgehog, he had one big idea, and he thought it all the way through. No architect since has done work of such internal coherence. The openness of buildings like Farnsworth is bracing. His best designs have a simplicity that stuns, the kind of elemental integrity now sought by many younger architects, the post-postmodernists. Like millions of self-conscious moderns, though, Mies tended to equate a kind of compulsive candor with Truth. Asymmetry, architectural ornament and symbol were deemed dishonest, sentimental. His idea of order...
Isaiah Berlin's memorable essay on Tolstoy, The Hedgehog and the Fox, begins with a fragment of Greek verse: "The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing...
...poems Hardy suggests the way the world looked to him: a primeval landscape dotted with "wind-warped" thorn, where a hawk circles above a hedgehog in a permanent Celtic twilight. Yet, somewhere on the far horizon of his stories, a tiny solitary figure can usually be found: a latter-day Adam, as lost as on the first day after the Fall-or, more likely, an Eve. The storms Hardy stages on his heath are nothing compared with the tempests of sexual passion that tear at the hearts of these lonely wanderers among the thorns: Bathsheba of Far from the Madding...