Word: precious
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...weeks in New York, was a shade more sophisticated than that. But, in essence, that was the offer of Los Angeles Gold and Silver Dealer Alan David Saxon. Would anyone grab at such a flimsy deal? Some 35,000 investors, dazzled by the lure of precious metals as a hedge against renewed inflation, apparently did. Last week they were regretting...
...rationale for the ensuing blunders of more recent American foreign policy. But the basis of the piece bespoke what most Americans and many others in the world acknowledged, whether or not they liked Luce's formulation. "We have some things in this country which are infinitely precious and especially American," wrote Luce, "a love of freedom, a feeling for the equality of opportunity, a tradition of self-reliance and independence...
...House portico Mr. Roosevelt kept his seat in the car, waited a few minutes for President Hoover to join him for the ride up Capitol Hill. A lift of silk hats, a quick handshake, a few formal words and their greeting was over. With the country's most precious cargo behind, Richard Jervis, silvery-haired chief of the White House Secret Service, slipped into the front seat of the car, kept its door cracked and one hand on his pocketed pistol...
...Well, then. Perhaps this much can be ventured: if the movie does not have that almighty precious thing, at least it had the wit to look for it in the right place. Moviegoers seeking a grand yet edifying entertainment, right-stuffed with what Kaufman calls "seriousness of subject matter and a wild humor that comes out of left field," now know where to look too. - By Richard Schickel. Reported by Denise Worrell/Los Angeles
Helprin's previous fiction (Refiner's Fire, A Dove of the East) has been characterized by precision and nuance. Here, gestures become poses, and narratives grow windy and precious. A woman "sweeps the pantry with her motile and patibulary eyes." "On infinite meadows in the black, creatures made of misty light tossed their manes in motionless eternal swings that passed through the stars like wind sweeping through wildflowers." The novel's conclusion is a collector's item: "What of Peter Lake, you may ask? .. . Was he able to stop time? ... At least until there...