Word: lid
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...earth-centered universe, Montaigne had skeptically consigned man to the lowest rung of the animal kingdom, and Machiavelli had argued that statecraft was a matter of the basest self-interest, devoid of moral principle. Modern man has seen Einstein throw a curve into the cosmos, Freud lift the lid on the cauldron of the unconscious, and Marx upturn continents with the doctrine of dialectical material ism in which the end justifies the means...
...week's end few Indian officials gave Vidarbha much chance of becoming a reality, though Nehru's study commission had recognized that the section had its own identity and could probably make a self-sustaining state. But having once opened the lid of the Pandora's box of separatism, Nehru clearly faced a continuing fight getting it shut again...
...pianist slammed the keyboard with his elbows. "Five!" cried Cage, his arm descending like the second hand of a clock. Sneakers hit the piano strings with a dead fish. Black Leotard read a newspaper while marking time to the wail of the trombone by flipping a garbage can lid with her foot. The men at the bridge tables popped the champagne bottle, set off the alarm clock, threw streamers and lighted sparklers. "Fifteen!" cried Cage, and Sneakers (Dancer Merce Cunningham) rushed forth petulantly snipping at his hair with scissors while the pianist (David Tudor) polished the piano strings with...
...coffin the old man built himself and inscribed MASON TARWATER, WITH GOD. Old Mason tried it out when he finished it, but his belly protruded, and young Francis coolly remarked: "It's too much of you for the box. I'll have to sit on the lid to press you down or wait until you rot a little." Now the boy is digging the grave, and it is hard work. More than that, his secret resentments against the old man rise to the level of passion. For the old man was a windy man of God, a self...
...peers at him through the strings of a harp, and with the merest curl of the upper lip contrives to suggest that she is a caged and ferocious lioness. At another, bedded with a banging hangover, she suddenly gets a mad glint in her eye, yanks the lid off her ice bag, dumps the cubes into a highball, gulps it down, grins wickedly. These and a dozen other bits of business are brought off with delicious wit and a berserk precision of gesture that only Bea Lillie among living comediennes can match. Like Lillie, Kay Kendall was not really...