Word: pinkness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...rather looked as though the Raj had returned to In'ja. Once more the Union Jack fluttered over Delhi's posh Roshanara Club, while pukka sahib types bowled on the cricket pitch. The bar of the Calcutta Light Horse, a regiment founded a century ago, was pink gin-deep in British officers. Some of them, though, looked film-familiar: Gregory Peck, David Niven, Roger Moore and Trevor Howard. The pseudo sahibs were shooting The Sea Wolves, about a daring 1943 attack on a German communications ship anchored off Goa. How did it feel to re-create the days...
...Henri Lauren's small watercolor the figure masquerades in abstraction; the face builds up in blue, white, pink, and red planes. A black rectangle with minute white stars frames the face as a geometric hair/hat. A sparing use of decisive lines and simple curves reveals Lauren's mastery of a very distilled abstraction...
Even if he is seen as something of a conservative loony (except for the Reagan supporter who insisted that his plan for a world monetary system proved that "he has a pink streak a mile wide"). Larouche's politics are not that far from much of New Hampshire's. "If You Want to Get Government Off Your Bank and You Hate Drugs, Vote Larouche," the sign in front of his Concord campaign headquarters declares. Whatever their feelings on drugs (limited usually to discussions of "dope" at the high school), most of Farmington couldn't agree more about federal bureaucracy...
...dozen kinds of flower and plant are faithfully recorded, petal by petal, while the rocks themselves take on the surging, crinkled look of brain coral, providing a dream landscape, almost subaqueous, in malachite green, pink and blue, woven to gether by the twisting trees. A tense springiness seems to run through every shape, visible in the arabesques of a bush no less than in the lashing tail of the lion or the trampling feet of the horse Rakhsh...
Secretary of War Edwin Stanton to investigate rumors of Booth's survival, three years after the murder. The Pink soon finds that the coffin in which J.W. Booth has been interred is empty. He also finds that Washington City, as it was then called, is a nest of intrigue and calumny. Even the greatest names are not free of suspicion. Cosgrove, posing as a salesman of a potent potion called Hostetter Bitters, works out of a safe house on K Street...