Word: inners
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...union will also try to organize inner city residents into a "poor people's union," setting up service centers to help them "deal with the welfare bureaucracy, medical problems and educational assistance," he said...
Instantly recognizable and brightly welcoming, the washes and stripes of Morris Louis expand the Fogg's inner courtyard space. Stepping to meet you next to the Louis canvases, the tangled intricacies of Jackson Pollock's thrown paint--a metaphor for the paradoxes of the '60s--evoke memories of time only recently lost. The paintings on the side walls are less immediately accessible. One is an early work of a major living artists, whose expanding and developing talent has not yet been completely disse ted by critics and historians; the other a work by a painter whose stature does not warrant...
...chief executive, who is 44, seems a perfect choice for tandem harness with Paley. Brash Arthur Taylor had a homing instinct for the limelight; he could not be trusted to refrain from redecorating Paley's castle. But Backe is unassuming, efficient, extremely bright and content to be an inner-sanctum manager. "It isn't a matter of my letting Bill influence me," says he. "I do take his advice and we agree on most things." Backe cannot be called a CByes-man, adds one executive, "but he'd be insane if he'd start bucking Paley...
Hesburgh the outer man seems unfailingly optimistic. Close friends say they never find him in a bad mood. But his is a calling where true feelings are often submerged. For all his heartiness, the inner Hesburgh seldom surfaces. "I think he's probably a lonely man who makes up for it by work and talk," says a colleague. Hesburgh laughs at this. He says his religion protects him from loneliness. While he says Mass every day. whether in a Moscow hotel room or at the South Pole, he seldom quotes the Bible in conversation. He is not a scholar...
...link his guiding themes. He turns obsessively to the tensions and tenacity of marriage, its tidal lure and its shipwreck debris. Almost at the moment that his songs brighten with the delights of love, they darken with the pain of love's transience and loss. Sondheim's inner beat is the tempo of Manhattan and Broadway. His scores are minidramas. His people are night people, thirsting for fame and applause and always vulnerable to the morning-after of the defeated quest. Some of Sondheim's songs are as hard-edged as New York's steel...