Word: photographic
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Meanwhile, a flurry of scholarly confusion arose after a photograph showing the Houghton manuscript, but not the particular page containing the poem, appeared in The Crimson Reed, the associate editor of the Wordsworth series, said that when he saw the photo he assumed it was of the newly discovered poem, when in fact the photo showed a poem that Wordsworth scholars would recognize already published...
...result, two articles about Seng in the Chronology of Higher Education contain comments that Reed-made before he knew of the photograph confusion. Reed said that he has written the publication to advise them of the mistak
...take charge" image had taken hold even before March 30. Only a few weeks before, my photograph (jaw jutting, arms akimbo) had been on the cover of TIME magazine. With the insouciant hyperbole for which that publication is famous, the caption read "Taking Command." Inside, under a bold line reading "The 'Vicar' Takes Charge," the editors devoted several pages of snare-drum prose to an account of my life and a description of the Reagan foreign policy. ABC reported: "The sight of Alexander Haig taking command on the cover of TIME magazine was more than some of the President...
Samuel Beckett is the victim of a bum rap. Everything that lends him academic eminence-the 1969 Nobel Prize, the scholarly exegeses of his plays and novels, even the famous dust-jacket photograph from which he stares like an eagle just slightly startled to find himself prematurely taxidermized-has also conspired to suggest that his plays have a savor too rarefied for the palates of most theatergoing mortals. It is true that in writing, staging and performance, his plays are ethereal, austere, elegiac, pioneering a dramatic form that whittles existence into essence. But this is to say only that Beckett...
...stack of term papers at least twelve inches high. They had to be returned within a few hours. Anyone who watched this grader whip through several ten page papers at the rate of two to five minutes each would have wondered, "Why bother?" Like the person in your photograph this "instructor" did his work in circumstances marked by the distraction of excited talk and loud laughter and disruptive groans, punctuated by the clatter of dishes. I suppose those of us who pay $15,000 a year for a Harvard undergraduate degree can at least be glad that the Greenhouse Cafe...