Word: opticians
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...while today's world may be discarding Brahmin images of Harvard, it is certainly building new ones. Often these visions are quite positive. The other day I went over to Lens Crafters to get some contact lenses. While the optician was checking my eyes with his little white light, he asked where I went to school. When I told him I went to Harvard, I immediately sensed a reaction but was surprised by what he actually said. Instead of hearing the typical "That place is expensive huh?" or the even more creative "You must be smart!" I saw his eyes...
...Raymond Louzoum, who was married to a Muslim and had applied for Algerian nationality, did not want to go and so became the 27th victim. "He fitted my first pair of glasses when I was four years old," said a young woman who works in an office opposite the optician's shop, choking back tears. "If they had let the Islamists come to power, none of this would have happened...
Welfare Minister Silviano Matamoros, an optician, last year closed two state-run shops that made eyeglasses for the poor, and sold their inventory to a private optical-supply company -- his. The controller general cleared Matamoros, who paid fair market prices, of wrongdoing, but the minister at the very least had an inside track on purchasing the spectacles...
...conditions -- 106 degrees heat, gale-force winds and drought-stricken hills -- were the best for a fire in 100 years. That day, at lunch, I had been talking with a friend whose mother had just died, about the pathos of going through old belongings. And when, at the optician's office that evening, my doctor stepped out to go and sniff at what he thought might be a fire, I sat back and fumed with impatience...
...wants them to remember who is boss. His probing, dark brown eyes are constantly scanning his listeners, looking by turns stern, quizzical, amused, playful. When eyes meet, they both challenge and hint at shared confidences. Whatever lies nearby -- a fountain pen, a gray glasses case from a Paris optician, his gold-rimmed bifocals -- quickly becomes a prop for Gorbachev's one-man show. When the hands are at rest, his thumbs twiddle, not so much in impatience as with excess energy. He modulates his baritone voice for maximum effect, sometimes dropping the volume so that visitors automatically lean toward...