Word: lot
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...form than preaching to fishermen and riding into town on the back of an ass. And that apotheosis. How disgusting. He had such an ego. "I'm the Son of God." ... And his method had no style at all. Compare his cheap performance at the grave-site of Lot-sickening- and that parable of our friend Buddha and the mustard seed. One, just a grandstand exhibition, and the other, beautiful, artistic and profound. The pieces are laid out for you to put together- and the author lets you know from the beginning that what you come up with is your...
...lament is becoming familiar among the thousands of Gulf Coast victims of last August's Hurricane Camille. Nothing remains of the crippled Ryals' modest frame home near the beach at Gulfport, Miss., and he and his wife now live in a leased trailer on their hurricane-stripped lot. His insurance company offered to pay only 25% of his claim, says Ryals, so he has hired a lawyer to sue for more. That may take considerable time, and in the interim the lender is threatening to foreclose the mortgage that covered his lot and vanished home...
...labyrinthine as the author's best-selling Kremlin Letter, it is set 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...
...suggests the author possesses a magic tape recorder) range from an 82-year-old illiterate recluse to a pair of teen-age buddies, one a forge apprentice, the other a farm worker. All are brilliantly individualized. Not a mute inglorious Milton or a Cold Comfort Farm codger in the lot...
...particular delight. Fred Mitchell, 85, for instance, is now an invalid living with his unmarried middle-aged son. He remembers that the old days were full of raw fear-of landlords, of weather, of hunger. "But I have forgotten one thing," he adds. "The singing. There was such a lot of singing ... So I lie. I have had pleasure. I have had singing...