Word: lumping
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...dispatched to the convention mainly to get her out of Washington. On the set, there is no concern about life enervating art. Altman stores up energy by gobbling yogurt, Burnett is a yogist, and Bacall goes through a daily dozen of what she calls "lying down" exercises. The only lump is Jackson. "I OD on coffee and cigarettes every morning," she confesses. "That's all the exercise I need...
...mechanisms of change are working. It can be both inadequate and misleading to argue that the nation's adults have become less hospitable to children. In their history, Americans have passed through periods of appalling cruelty and stupidity toward children. To the early Calvinists, a child was a lump of pure depravity. In Massachusetts Bay Colony, it was against the law for children to play. Things were not much better after behavioral psychologists undertook to dictate the treatment of children. Dr. J.B. Watson, an earlier generation's Dr. Spock, insisted in 1928 that children must be treated with...
Samples of all these varieties can be found in Bogota's dope marketplace, just behind the Bogota Hilton. One of the traders, known only as Ricardo, touts a red hashish from the Llanos area. He waves a smoldering lump of it on the tip of a needle in front of his clients. As the smoke does its magic, he smiles and exhorts the potential buyers, "Just taste the quality...
...they are sexually distinct figures, to movements in which they are asexual hominoids, and then further, to strange massings in which we see not figures but a wholly unfamiliar tree of elbows and buttocks, then a viscous fluidity of flesh that breaks like a wave, then a great, undifferentiated lump that slams itself about on the sculptor's table, startling us with its momentary resemblances to beasts remembered from dreams...
...peering through the cigar smoke and hollering at every score--and then the cheers erupted. But they weren't cheers. Screams would be the better word, or maybe squeals: the sheer delight of a naughty five-year-old who wakes up on Christmas morning to find not the threatened lump of coal, but a shiny toy truck in his stocking. Sweet Mother of God, he's actually winning, the cheers were saying, then tailing off to a manageable uproar. But what the hell are we going to do about that? they seemed to ask, behind the beatific smiles...