Word: ironed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...that they can relate to and trust. "When they know me better, they will know that about me." Just by making it to the arena, after all the rough and bitter days and nights when he did not skulk away, Clinton has shown that there is some iron in that core. Unlike Perot, he does not quit when he tires of the ordeal or blame others for his troubles. Clinton will find out in November whether the public came to know him better this week and liked what they...
...serve as a set for The Ring -- not surprisingly, since Catalans in the 1880s were crazy for Wagner, the newest of new composers. Gaudi's Casa Mila, on Passeig de Gracia, known to Barcelonans as La Pedrera -- the Stone Quarry -- was intended to suggest a seaworn cliff, and its iron balconies fringe it like kelp...
...witness the totemic chimneys and ventilators on the Casa Mila and the Palau Guell -- and a remarkable painter too: the facade of Casa Batllo, on the opposite side of Gracia, is as atmospheric as a Monet, sparkling with drifts of blue and green mosaic. Nor should one miss the iron dragon gate of the Finca Guell, or the crypt of the Colonia Guell -- the chapel of an industrial community for weavers at Santa Coloma de Cervello, half an hour's drive from Barcelona -- or the Parc Guell, with its ravishing Hansel-and-Gretel pavilions and its undulating benches covered...
...less than 48 hours later, Bush himself was appearing live from the Rose Garden on the CBS This Morning show. The network's producers had plucked 125 somewhat perplexed people from a White House tour to ask questions while the Commander in Chief shifted uncomfortably on a wrought- iron lawn chair...
Pragmatism required, I thought, that I attend a technical college. My hand quivered a little when it wrote a checkmark in the yesbox on the MIT reply card. I dreamt in July that I'd move into Harvard Yard in the fall. Pleasant thoughts about wrought-iron gates, about pointless but titillating intellectual arguments and about a huge, well-financed library danced about in my brain, but disappeared when I woke up and remembered which school I'd chosen. It didn't mater. Prospective engineers...