Word: offalness
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...interstice between psychiatry, religion and philosophy lies the synthesis of a social ethic for the next generations. That "new" thought is but dimly seen, barely revealed even to the alchemists who litter lecture halls and speaker's platforms with the bird-droppings of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and the offal of Werner Erhard...
...edge of a 6-ft. pile of cow dung, feeding two grotesque pigs, both part wild boar. Inside the smoky communal hut, couples in hides and rough wool garments squat around the fire, spit-roasting a heavy pork leg and preparing sausages and black pudding made from skin, offal and gut. John Rossetti sheds his clothes, steps into a wood tub and begins to scrub off five days' grime with clay and hot water. John Rockcliff enters through the goatskin door, carrying a rat he has caught. It will be on the menu tomorrow...
...love, his touching vulnerability, and his wistful desire for the approval of other children, he is linked to every human being who ever has been or ever will be born. His mother (Rosemary De Angelis), an embittered witch, treats Benno like scum and heaps epithets on him like offal. His father (Roger Serbagi) does not hate Benno, but one minute is about the attention span of his concern, so it comes to the same thing. Denied, neglected, degraded by everyone he turns to, Benno devours ice cream and cups of custard and fulfills his own prophecy: "I am eating myself...
...brewmaster will perform his duties as a brewing consultant. A governess will be a child mentor. In an incomprehensibly backward step, a valet will be known as a gentleman's attendant. One will henceforth be seen into the world by a birth attendant, not a midwife. And an offal man's duties in slaughterhouses and meat-packing plants will become the awful work of an offal separator. What of the Labor Department's own Manpower Administration? Says a spokesperson: "They haven't figured that...
...much life--in order to get from one to the other. Now, among these empty, intersecting streets, one stride seems enough; all the proportions have changed for me. You still pass by the burned debris (left by the fire of 1922) and piles of dirt which look like offal from the crude sprouting of reinforced concrete...