Word: leggings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...been the class's best dancer. There, gowned in lavender and telling of an ended marriage while speaking of her new companion as "my fiance, my roommate, whatever," was the girl who had been head majorette. There, with the conspicuous tan and the bleached hair, baring a leg in a comic chorus-line kick-who could that...
...Scene, I don't understand why Rabb changes each occurrence of Jove to God. And his costumer, like the Startford one, has skimped on the cross-gartering. In proper cross-gartering, it is not enough to enclose just the kneecap; the crisscrossing should go all the way down the leg to the foot, as in the well-known 18th-century Malvolio painting by Ramberg. In the Prison Scene it is poor staging that allows us to see only Malvolio's hands sticking through a basement window. Still, Rabb's is a portrayal to cherish, right up to the series...
...references to an archaeological past are almost always successful. The biscuity surface of the sprawl ing bodies alludes, though not blatantly, to the plaster corpses of Pompeii, just as the division into parts refers to the cult of the antique fragment ? a hand here, a fragment of leg there, a split face...
...healing" mechanism. Indeed, when the arteries of a few patients were re-examined a month or so after balloon dilatation, doctors could not see where the original narrowings had been. The same phenomenon has been noticed in some of the hundreds of patients who have undergone plaque compression in leg arteries. In 70% of 300 cases studied, the arteries are still open two to three years later...
There was, of course, much blood. First a man, lying by the rail line, still alive, crying, with his leg severed at the shin and the shinbone sticking out like a white cornstalk. He must have fallen under the wheels of the train. Then another man, still alive, his hip mangled and bloody. But the blood was not my chief distress; it was my inability to make any sense of what I was seeing. In a famine, where no one kills but nature, there are no marks on the body when people die; nature itself is the enemy-and only...