Word: neck
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...high stumps with protrusions that extended like arms, curving formations that looked like the neck and head of a swan, and linked tubes that resembled a string of sausages in a butcher's shop. But the size and shape of these flows indicated that the molten rock had not been forced out under tremendous pressure. On the contrary, it seemed to have simply peaked from the interior of the earth through cracks created as the earth's surface was stretched. Explained Bryan: "Like a cobblestone street, the earth's crust can be pulled apart very easily...
...Hendrix would unwind, stretch and bend the notes as he never could onstage. He would make his guitar wail like a lost soul on the Delta. Sometimes it sounded like a horn, sometimes like a violin. Suddenly it would laugh its way to a final cadence. An old bottle-neck blues number might go on for a half-hour...
...begin with, instead of smiling at people while strolling through the Yard, I began to walk briskly with eyes averted--just like everyone else. I scrambled against traffic in the Square--just like everyone else. I learned how to meticulously drape a sweater around my neck in the fall and when winter set in, I discovered that I could don my woolen hat, scarf and mittens without feeling like I was dressing up for Halloween. After all, who needs mittens in Southern California unless you're skiing on the slopes of Mammoth Mountain...
...strain of being a politician's wife has taken its toll. She has suffered from a pinched nerve in her neck in recent years caused, say her doctors, by emotional stress. After several years of various forms of physical therapy to relieve the pain, she began to see a psychiatrist and take tranquilizers to steady her nerves. "I tried to be everything," she admits, "and I completely lost my sense of self-worth." Now she declares that "I feel better than I have in years," and no longer relies on tranquilizers...
Beckett's two-act play is a highly abstracted vision of existence and of an enduring human spirit. The major character is an aging and chatty woman named Winnie who is buried, first up to her waist and later up to her neck, in a mound of sand. In spite of her tortuous condition Winnie maintains a constant banter of praise for her life, always hitting upon one thing or another that is "wonderful" about her circumstances. Her day, the start of which is signaled by a mysterious bell, is begun with a prayer, almost too ironical, "to a world...