Word: lamplights
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Thus Van Gogh's painting of the café terrace on the Place du Forum in Aries (1888), with its harsh contrasting color -deep nocturnal blue against yellow lamplight under the awning, streaks of orange opposing the absinthe green of the cafe tabletops-was both a direct act of natural vision and a tribute to Louis Anquetin's Avenue de Clichy: Five O'clock in the Evening, 1887. Anquetin, drawing on childhood memories of seeing his parental garden through stained-glass lozenges in the front door, had suffused his view of a Paris street in a deep...
...desert will be blessed and purified and nourished by rain. An hour's drive north of the high mesa, on desolate scrubland wreathed by a dark cathedral sky, a 67-year-old silver-haired Navajo woman carves fresh mutton in her tidy one-room hogan. In golden lamplight, she rakes glowing coals from a wood stove onto the dirt floor to barbecue the evening meal. Ella Deal has borne children and, with her husband Leonard, has tended sheep here for nearly 40 years. She is a descendant of Navajos who returned from the terrible "Long Walk" of 1864, when...
...turned toward me when I came in and moved wide as his smile toward me and sent my teeth spinning through lamplight. It seemed an obvious extension of my beef with Peavey. But I asked him why he had hit the dog. This only reminded him and the grin became one of discovery. He headed for the dog and I headed for the tipped-over lamp. I picked up a piece of milk glass about the time he got to the dog and hit him in the side of the face with...
...stood on the curb, hands jammed into our pockets, staring at our feet pawing the ground. Then he went home to East Somerville, to his wife and three kids and a quality control job at Polaroid; I turned back into the Yard, where the lamplight of a hundred thousand campus and suburban bedrooms revealed the faces of young dreamers starting into books or at cracks in the ceiling, heads encased in earphones, wired to their stereos in a kind of emotional intravenous...
...brief notion of Dr. Hero. Yes, the central figure is our old friend and sometime bore, Everyman; but dismiss your initial, legitimate worries. This Everyman is no gullible Candide looking for the best of all possible worlds, no dour Diogenes straining for a glimpse of an honest man by lamplight. This guy is as slyly glib as a carnival barker, as horny as Portnoy, as resilient as a trampoline. Yet he knows Shakespeare's prophecy for Everyman: "We owe God a death...