Word: oakes
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...Located in Gangnam?Seoul's business heart?the 185-room hotel is the work of avant-garde Tokyo design studio SuperPotato. Fashioned from stone, oak and maple?and featuring lots of natural light?its public spaces are minimalist without being austere. A similar approach is used in guest rooms?but the highlight here is undoubtedly the lavish bathroom in each. Occupying one-third of a standard room, each bathroom features walls of floor-to-ceiling glass, looking over the city skyline as well as into the bedroom. As for amenities, there's a rooftop pool and spa (the views...
Apparently President Botha knew it well, and conservatives in the Cabinet may have forced him to water down his message. When he appeared on the platform in Durban's oak-paneled city hall last Thursday, the President seemed preoccupied with protecting his right flank (see box). He made no mention of the term power sharing and explicitly vetoed the idea of adding a fourth, black branch of Parliament to the tricameral legislative system for whites, "coloreds" (mixed-race South Africans) and Indians that took effect last year. Botha declared only that "any future constitutional dispensation providing for participation...
Kings in the 15th century were known to have held their summit meetings in the middle of a bridge. The two sovereigns did their talking through a stout oak lattice set up between them, like the prison grate during visitors' hours. That way, neither could kidnap the other...
...ancient portraits that decorated their past: the first anxious days of Freshman Week, dinners with roommates and dorm-mates, last-minute cramming sessions, and Sunday morning gossiping. Some linger, but most don’t. Trays are bussed, handshakes and hugs exchanged. The Class of 2005 streams out the oak doors of Memorial Hall into the noontime sunlight, ready for the challenge ahead...
...began a makeshift Primal Scream, half-naked, more drunk on life than on someone’s moonshine, gleefully befriending everyone we traipsed past; the one where earlier this year I and others made fruit juice atop a wooden press that my friend had constructed beneath the oak trees; the Yard where one night this year a dance party paraded, fueled by hundreds of portable radios; or the Yard through which a ragtag bunch marched with a bizarre, colorful, 10-foot fabric cube in the first snowfall of the year—for no good reason, but for every great...