Word: ideas
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...characters are never given names, an obvious choice on Saramago's part to emphasize the slightly ridiculous nature of the idea that humans are distinct. Individuality crumbles when self-survival becomes the primary objective and everyone eventually realizes that, at their core, they are profoundly, horribly, the same. "Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are," one inmate claims with horror. Saramago's use of dialogue mirrors this loss of individuality. The words of the blind meld together without paragraphs, quotation marks or periods. Separated only by commas, the statements of the blind...
...usually make plans in advance to go to lunch with other guy friends--only with girls. She very well might like him, he reasons. Then again, she may just want to talk. Mmmm...lunch...tater tots and sweet, sweet tuna pita--he's losing focus. Interpretation: He has no idea what she is thinking...
...idea that path-dependency affects career decisions is old and tired. But unfortunately, path-dependency's effects are not limited to our careers. It touches almost everything we do. Imagine that you go into the dining hall for dinner and find that nothing served that evening suits your tastes. You could make yourself some sort of extensive salad-bar concoction, or bake yourself a tuna melt in the microwave or go out for dinner instead. But those options require more time, more money, more ingenuity--and the dining hall's shake'n'bake chicken is sitting right there waiting...
...University "engaged comment earlier, at the formative level of planning, [but] people read [each idea] as though it was already done," says Kathy A. Spiegelman, associate vice president of planning and real estate...
Jeanne remembers that after the a cappella concert, "I really wanted to go to the Acropolis, this Greek restaurant my parents had gone to on their first date at Harvard. I was shocked that Brain actually agreed because the whole idea of going to that restaurant was pretty serious. So we walked down Mass. Ave. for two hours trying to find the restaurant, then realized that it had closed a long time ago. So we went to a convenience store and bought cheese and fruit to have a picnic in Brian's room...