Word: lepidopterists
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...Summit in Pyongyang in June 2000, during which Ko recited "At the Taedong River," an occasional poem that reportedly much moved the fearless Dear Leader. An earlier piece, written after a ramble around the Hermit Kingdom the year before, heralded the future of the North Korean capital as a lepidopterist's playground that would be the envy of Nabokov: "Fifty years from now," Ko wrote in his 1999 collection Abiding Places, "May this be a city where window-glass butterflies/ Swallowtails, orange tips, duskywings, skippers, blues/ Mourning cloaks, awlets, dryads, ahlbergia & red admirals fill the air." (See 10 things...
...staying-married kind. My father has been married so many times that the word umpteenth accompanied his most recent wedding announcement. This constant journey by members of my clan in and out of marriages--including my own failed union--has made me study the institution the way a lepidopterist studies butterflies pinned under glass. It has also made me wary of people who claim to have the answers to what makes a marriage work...
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...lunatic," said the butterfly hunter. "Oh. Then probably you wouldn't know the way to Nocknagel Road." But the lepidopterist does, and eventually the searcher lands where he belongs, in the arms of a beautiful poodle. Which is all right: the hero is fond of putting on the dog. In Tiffky Doofky (Farrar. Straus & Giroux; $7.95), William Steig shows why his juvenile following equals the Pied Piper's, and how four decades as a New Yorker cartoonist have taught him exactly where and how to pull his punch lines...
Poor Godfrey struggles through years of rejection before a rich young man accepts him, much as a lepidopterist might collect a grotesque rare moth. When the young man dies, he leaves Godfrey enough money to go to Britain's best plastic surgeon. What emerges is a face of such beauty that it suggests a saintly soul. Far from it. With beauty comes vindictiveness. Godfrey is bent on revenge for being spurned so long. He becomes a famous preacher who cries out to vast audiences: "Christ died for man to atone for sin. Can we do less...