Word: joys
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...candidate. The Secretary brushes off such rumors, saying that what he would really like to be is a tight end for the Chicago Bears. "If a feeler comes from them, I'm gone," jokes Bennett, a burly 220- pounder who played tackle at Williams College. But he concedes a joy in the rough-and-tumble of politics: "Do I like it? I say yeah...
...teacher calls him an imbecile. How could he forget that this summer was different from all the others--the glorious summer of the Liberation? The next time he writes the essay, Cat knows what kind of drivel to spill out: the joy of a good boy who sees the revival of the City of Light, who rejoices at the sight of the Eiffel Tower rising into the sky, the Arc de Triomphe hung with streamers. What with a finishing touch of a quote from Hugo, Cat gets the highest mark in the class...
...background is a spare, off-white wall. There are no raised voices or unnecessary gestures. Here stark 19th century mysticism meets skeptical 20th century minimalism. But, as Therese did with God, the film serves its subject, rather than imposing an ironic gloss. It communicates a girl's consuming joy in finding, in Jesus, the object of her obsession. It also takes a peasant's pleasure in the texture and even the temperature of every icon, from a bed warmer to a crucifix to the face of an old crippled nun preparing to die. "Give me a kiss," she demands...
...imagery of this "architecture of joy" is one of clean impaction and ecstatic reaching toward the light; not even the court of Louis XIV, the Sun King, made as much of solar disks, sunrays and other bursts of radiance as deco America. As the Utopian form to end all others, the skyscraper manifested itself as chairbacks, bookcases, table lamps, cocktail shakers and, of course, refrigerators. That these things were not tall mattered no more than the fact that most streamlined objects did not budge. It was the image that counted...
...Moby Dick finds Humphrey in the Berkshire Hills of lower Massachusetts, resolved to take a 30-pounder in a sporting manner befitting its own dark nobility. In the fading light of the trout season's last day, with the strains of Beethoven's Ode to Joy still echoing down from the Tanglewood concert shed above, he finally hooks the great fish. But then...