Word: labyrinth
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...seemed to be edging into politics. His father had begun as a journalist; it is not a bad introduction to the American political labyrinth. J.F.K. Jr. cared too much about the state of the nation, especially about the increasing disparities of wealth and opportunity in American life, to live out his life as a spectator. He was a cautious man, methodically feeling his way, but I think he sensed an evident opportunity and acknowledged a dynastic responsibility. He was destined, I came to feel, for political leadership...
...precision of space I know. Now, missing the feel of moving through darkness with confidence, I turn the lights on when I get a midnight urge to wander. Am I afraid of bruising the white walls? Or am I afraid they will bruise me? Before, I could navigate a labyrinth of rooms and corridors in pitch-blackness. I had breathed it in so thoroughly that I had even memorized which wooden floorboards murmured at my step. Silence was easy. That house was comfortable, settled, older...
...precision of space I know. Now, missing the feel of moving through darkness with confidence, I turn the lights on when I get a midnight urge to wander. Am I afraid of bruising the white walls? Or am I afraid they will bruise me? Before, I could navigate a labyrinth of rooms and corridors in pitch-blackness. I had breathed it in so thoroughly that I had even memorized which wooden floorboards murmured at my step. Silence was easy. That house was comfortable, settled, older...
Juxtaposed with the speaker's explanation (NOT READABLE) Labyrinth, and later he refers directly to Virgil and Homer. Relaying a dialogue in which a simple man assumes El Salvador is somewhere in Southern Alabama, the speaker--in contrast--demonstrates his own learning. "When Mongols conquered the Chinese..." he begins the eleventh stanza, immediately before which he describes a voice as "the London cockney of a Lebanese immigrant." Thus, the speaker in the elegy is separated...
Last Saturday night, having been misdirected by several liquor store clerks and having run through a labyrinth of dark streets, I arrived out of breath of at the Boston Conservatory of Music for a concert I was determined not to miss. Jumping up the steps, I asked a guard behind the desk the way to the Concert Room and squirmed in just in time. The grandly named Concert Room is tiny, wood paneled and elegant, divided almost in half by a low stage. Some 40 people had squashed themselves into about 60 square feet, backed against the walls or seated...