Word: meal
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...maintained, more specifically, that a Harvard diploma is not a meal ticket. That claim is ridiculous. Why do 6000 students pay Harvard $15,000 a year--because we like the food? If the Harvard alumni network doesn't plan to get its ass in gear and find us some jobs, there'll be hell...
...speech to the freshman class has done its damage. Only time can heal the trauma of parents told that their huge yearly payments cannot buy meal tickets for their children. Only time will allay the confusion of new undergraduates who were told they should start hanging out with people who didn't go to Exeter. And, ultimately, only time can redeem the reputation of Derek Bok, a man who, for all appearances, seems to have forgotten over which university he presides...
Itami turns this meal of a movie into a feast by spicing up the main plot with a wacky subplot to make clear the connection between food and sex. Two characters who keep returning are a hedonistic gangster (Koji Yakusho) and his loving, ever-ready moll (Fukumi Kuroda). In one love-making scene, he dips her breasts in whipped cream, and in another he seasons them with salt and lemon juice before licking it all up. Later, he takes an egg yolk in his mouth; they pass it back and forth as they kiss until she climaxes, and the yolk...
...York. Though he loathed the power lunch scene at Duke Zwilling's Tavern, Madison felt compelled to put on a good show. Speedy Lorenz had brought along a top editor from Rumpole House to discuss publication of Madison's proposed Essays on Federalism. The protocols of a proper business meal were followed scrupulously: aimless discussion of the New York theater season (all British imports), summer houses (expensive) and the servant problem (dire) until coffee was mercifully served. Only then did the editor, Michael Lordover, come to the point: "Jim, this isn't the big book you need at this point...
...lives in a 12-ft.-square concrete cubicle, entombed beyond the reach of daylight in a special solitary-confinement corridor of the fortress-like maximum-security U.S. Penitentiary at Marion, Ill. There, behind a steel door slotted for the passage of meal trays, Prisoner No. 08237054 spends his days peering at a tiny black-and-white television set, watching with fascination the proceedings of the Iran-contra hearings in Washington...