Word: less
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Nick's wing Bill Lamarche, a former Harvard star, beat Durno cleanly with a shot inches above the ice late in the second period, but Harvard was still in control. With less than two minutes gone in the final period, Mark scored again, assisted by Paul and Terry Flaman, and Harvard was out of reach...
...about the mountains in Vermont and I thought of Frost: he read about things growing and I thought of Rocthke; he read about the creative necessity of solitude and I thought of Bly-yet all the while I knew it was none of these, no simple influence. It was less a question of poetry than of a way of looking at things, of being tender, direct and sympathetic, of being able to lose yourself, to become and feel the way a bear, a porcupine or an unborn baby must...
When Madame du Châtelet died, Voltaire, by then in his mid-50s, did not noticeably absent himself from felicity. He was already having an affair with his niece, Marie Louise Denis, who in cited him to write letters praising her "round breasts" and "ravishing bottom." Less enthusiastically, Thomas Carlyle described Marie Louise as a "gadding, flaunting, unreasonable, would-be fashionable female...
...mostly in Central Europe late in World War II. The adversaries are a depraved lot of American military and a handful of German exiles-who all want to beat the Allies at setting up the postwar government in Germany-and an equally desiccated lot of Nazis whose aims seem less clear, but whose posturings and preoccupations are more exotic. There is, of course, a doomed agent who is the pawn of both groups. The days of John le Carré's simple, cigarette-smoking depressive are over, however. Our man is just down from the Alps, where he lived...
Just lately a shift in feeling has set in. As times grow more difficult, the new looks less promising; the settled old ways take on new luster. Anyone too inclined to idealize the countrified past, however, or dote on the imagined joys of continuity, might do well to study, as a cautionary text, this extraordinary portrait of an English village. Akenfield is a pseudonym for a real agricultural village of 300 souls about 90 miles and-until recently-several cultural centuries removed from London. "On the face of it," remarks Ronald Blythe, "it is the kind of place in which...