Word: mists
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...great houses of Britain induces reveries of a civilized Eden. Never mind that most of these establishments are now defunct or shells of their former selves; the graceful existence they once accommodated, celebrated in novels and films, lives on. Morning strolls across rolling lawns, with tatters of mist clinging to the ancient oaks and hedgerows. Inside, an assembly of witty weekend guests. Tea at 4; whisky and soda at 6. A sumptuous meal, with candlelight glancing off starched white shirtfronts, bare shoulders and glittering jewelry. Port and cigars, conversation and billiards. And then...
Jyoti-Jasmine-Jane says at one point: "It is by now only a passing wave of nausea, this response to the speed of transformation, the fluidity of American character and the American landscape. I feel at times like a stone hurtling through diaphanous mist, unable to grab hold, unable to slow myself, yet unwilling to abandon the ride...
...battle crime out of any sense of moral righteousness. He does it because he is obsessed. He likes to scare the hell out of crooks by dangling them off the edge of skyscrapers. He enjoys slinking around in the dark, vanishing and reappearing without warning in the thick mist that envelops Gotham...
...televised speech that "we must end the turmoil swiftly" and ordered troops into the city. While Li's raspy voice echoed from Tiananmen Square's loudspeakers, sirens wailed and blue lights flashed as an ambulance arrived to take away yet another weakened hunger striker. A full moon, shrouded in mist, gleamed above the Great Hall of the People. Some slept, some talked, and all waited for what the new day would bring...
...village, and the green here is really, really green. And the girls are dressed in grass skirts, and so too are many of the boys, with sashes of flowers across their oiled chests and woven tree bark around their ankles. The 50-man long boats are racing past mist-wreathed rain-forest mountains, and the muddy park is taken over by cricket. But not the game of white-flannel elegance as it is played at the Marylebone Cricket Club in London. Oh, no! This is tropical, Technicolor kirikiti -- buxom girls in lemon yellow shirts and sky blue skirts thwacking around...