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...eyes of family members change too. My brother Ron's eyes show the sweet stoicism that men seem born to possess. But looking more intently, I see the bubble of pain beneath the surface. A father's helplessness has to tear at the fibers of a son's heart like a dull blade. My own eyes have too much history in them, I often think. I was the little girl who worshipped her father, and the young woman who hurt him the way daughters do when their love is needy and true. Now I look at him in a soft...
...what Time editors call bio-perse. Nash was the maternal grandson of a noted Louisville, Ky., feminist Who educated his own daughters and had them apply to Harvard using only their first initials on the applications and had the pleasure of seeing them accepted, then the pain of seeing them rejected for their sex, because at the time Harvard admitted no female, even if she was the world's leading Egyptian authority or Saudi scholar or Yemenist. Frederic Ogden Nash was born on August 19, 1902, in Rye, New Yorque. In print he might have signed himself Fred Nash, except...
...supporting stories have a much sharper bite, including a return to his painfully confessional autobiographical style. A classic example appears in the latest "Complete Crumb." "Footsy," rendered in a dramatic chiaroscuro, tells of his teenage encounters with the feet of various "lusty creatures" at school. For the new story, "Don't Tempt Fate," Crumb has abandoned the rich blacks that characterized this part of his career in favor of a crosshatching technique that captures every ripple of flesh and clothing. "Fate" tells the story of how a playmate accidentally smashed Crumb's mouth, leaving him with an absurd, gap-toothed...
...bunch of people scheduled for Sunday, and I lost all of them, which was a major pain,” McCarthy said...
...understanding. To reach her is a feat of endurance. But the rewards can border on the transcendent. The first time I saw her, enveloped in the milky mist that swirled around the summit, I had so many endorphins coursing through my brain that I genuinely believed she understood my pain, could feel the fire in my calves, the thump in my chest, and the sandpaper in my throat. Little wonder then, that during the oppressive years of Indonesia's rule, the Timorese would climb this mountain in search of hope...