Word: mirrored
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...lumbered to the bathroom and stared uncertainly into the mirror. What stared back was . . . was . . . was it Thomagata, the one-eyed, four-eared Colombian god of thunder, chastened by his encounter with the sun-god Bochica? Or was it Chonchonyi, the revolting, bloodsucking god of Chile with the long, flapping ears? Shuddering, I stepped into the shower. As the hot, healing liquid bathed my shoulders, I felt like . . . like . . . like Kappa, the solemn little Japanese water demon, renowned for his punctilious manners. Or perhaps like Ahto, the water god of the ancient Finns, who lived under a sea cliff...
...fight guy. He would break you up." A puzzlement curls his eyebrows. "When you're a historian, you know things, and you don't even know why you know them." Preparing for the day's sparring, greasing himself like a Channel swimmer and admiring the reflection in a long mirror, he sounds almost bookish, until Rooney turns up a copy of Plutarch's Lives and Tyson inquires archly, "Who wrote that? Rembrandt...
Before Tyson arranged to meet Robin Givens, 23, the television actress (Head of the Class) who took him for a husband in February, he once said, "I look in the mirror every day. I know I'm not Clark Gable. I wish I could find a girl who knew me when I was broke and thought I was a nice guy." Following the wedding ceremony, auditors and lawyers started to arrive. In Givens' estimation, "he's strong and sensitive and gentle. I feel protected, but he's so gentle that sometimes I think I have to protect him." Among...
Assimilating was extremely important to Euterpe Dukakis. She remembered the humiliation of being turned down for a teaching job because she was Greek. The children were to be as American as possible. Michael would stand before a mirror practicing his pronunciation. His mother has no memory of the Greek dancing her son now recalls taking place at family gatherings. "We were leading an American life," she says...
...equally ambiguous story, which may be either the arrival of civilization in a barbarous land or the destruction of an Edenic world by pompous, ignorant invaders. Like the best fiction, Oscar and Lucinda does not require a choice between its alternative visions. It offers instead an enchanting contradiction, a mirror and a glass, a joyous reflection of how much and how little mere mortals are ever allowed...