Word: marveled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...seem, Shklar by no means allows herself to be cut off from American society. Although she refuses to discuss her politics in the classroom, she humorously attests to being a "standard Democrat: F.D.R. was-our-last-real-president, and all that." Over the years students have grown to marvel at her intellectual prowess and to respect her academic demands, but when it came to political actions mutual misunderstanding has resulted. Looking back of Shklar's attitude towards the strike and general unrest on campus during the past several years, a student explains that "she thought we should stop playing around...
...delicacy and the tease to contain itself as a story. There is none of the relief of such an overflow in the stories of Flannery O'Conner. The heart of her stories purrs so uniformly that one suspects it is only a machine. One lifts the hood to marvel at the mechanism. Uniform excellence, uniform inspiration. The result is that her stories differ one from the other as much as a Chrysler, Ford or Chevy differ one from the other...
Chou is at his best in face-to-face negotiations, where his personal magnetism and his wit-low-key, ironic and topical-comes into full play. Those who have talked with him marvel at his ability to sit motionless for hours-often till dawn-moving only his head and his hands. In the Atlantic, Australian Scholar Ross Terrill described Chou in conversation: "Sitting back in a wicker chair, wrists flapping over the chair's arms, he seems so relaxed as to be without bones, poured into the chair, almost part of it, as persons seem part of their surroundings...
...attitudes are one thing, results another. Generally, the constructions are the flimsiest area of Wiley's art. His watercolors and oils are a different matter. The White Rhino Injured, 1966, is a marvel of surrealist compression: the unfortunate pachyderm's skin is reduced to several turns of gray, wrinkled hosepipe surrounding a block of white meat from which pink blood flows; it is a funky but hauntingly succinct image of vulnerability. "I'm a maze of information about reflections mirrored in opposites," begins the caption to his punningly titled Wizdumb Bridge, 1969, and the declaration fits...
...still based on the fascination inherent in an imitation and occasionally imaginative recreation of nature rather than a substitute for it. The imitation of nature ranges from the exquisite blink in an automaton pirate's eye, with lifelike eyelashes and wrinkles on his skin, or the marvel of transparent ghosts dancing around a huge hall, to the vulgar ride through darkest Africa, with your guide shooting at rhinos, hippos, and elephants. One can agree with John Ciardi's estimation of the place is seeing the "shyster in the bacroom of illusion, diluting his witches brew with tapwater, while...