Word: legendizing
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They library labyrinth may be difficult to master, and it's easy to lose track of time when dusty pages beckon from all sides. Occasionally, legend goes, an unfortunate lost student is forced to spend a night among the volumes of forgotten lore...
...clearly believes they are unnecessary -- because prescription implies promise, and "everyone knows" that political promises are hollow. In this anti-intellectual stance the Jacksonian Democrat whom Perot resembles is Davy Crockett. Almost everything about Crockett is myth. (Is it uninteresting that Perot once said, "I'm not a living legend. I'm just a myth"?) Like Perot, Crockett regularly exalted common sense above what he called "law learning." He also accepted demagoguery and deception as required for political success, and he served several terms in Congress during the Jackson Administration. "I was cunning as a little red fox," Crockett wrote...
...LENO may or may not be the hardest-working man in show business, but he's certainly got the hardest job. After Johnny Carson's lavishly covered farewell to the Tonight show, Leno faces the impossible task of measuring up to a legend. He did seem unusually tense his first week. He lacks Carson's easygoing charisma, and he barrels through interviews as if he can't wait to get to the end of the question sheet. But his monologues are sharper than Carson's, and he has given the show a needed coat of fresh (mostly purple) paint, with...
...members of specific "crowds" say they regularly haunt their favorite coffee purveyors. In Adams House, according to legend, everyone goes to Pamplona...
...experienced or endured what she has; no one has been so mad, bad or sad. The woman in these songs is "blind, viciously unkind" (Why), "cynical, twisted" (Precious). If Emily Dickinson were to show up at the Betty Ford Center, she might testify, as Lennox does in Legend in My Living Room, "I've shed my tears in bitter drops/ Until the thorn trees bloomed/ To take the spiky fruit to crown/ Myself the Queen of Doom." The whole glorious album plays like an atonement for the excesses of the '80s. The punishment is remembrance...