Word: ink
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...these words the worm suddenly turns; the red ink in the bookkeeper's veins begins to boil; he develops a double-entry personality; he decides to erase this intolerable female, rub out this erroneous entry in the tidy ledger of his life. And the scene in which the meek little monster attempts to execute his resolve-with the help of cigarettes, whisky, open windows, kitchen knives and even an egg whisk-is a grand piece of sustained nonsense...
...Rubber Workers in his plant. When he found he could not blast away without granting equal time to the union, he bought the money-losing station anyway and turned it over to his eldest son, William Michael. In a year's time, Bill turned WJW's red ink into black, sold the station for a fat profit. Eventually Bill, now 46, left his father's company, bought Miami's WSKP...
...that many teachers cannot draw well and neither can their pupils. Therefore they are doomed to create what I call geometrical or biological abstractions-Scotch plaid or turkey-dinner paintings." Hale's own drawings look rather like Rorschach tests that the doctor never thought of. Using India ink and a very long brush, Hale sketches in the shadows of ideas. These blotlike shadows have sensitivity and boldness-a happy combination-but what do they signify? Plenty, he says: "In some cases I think I have achieved negative realism. In a few years I think it will be possible...
...fame as a writer has always been somewhat mysterious to non-Italians. Nor is the mystery cleared up by D'Annunzio's description of his method: "All I need are 20.000 sheets of my special paper made for me by Miliano di Fabriano, plenty of ink. the sight of 500 quills which have been specially collected for me from geese stripped alive. All this gives me an extraordinary desire to write." Anthony Rhodes, sometime lecturer in English literature at Geneva University, and a London Dally Telegraph correspondent in Eastern Europe, has fought his way through the blizzard...
...ink is red, The rent is due, My hope is dead...