Word: puffs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Hunting outfitters and stockmen scuff their cowboy boots in the dirt, unconvinced, as Askins talks. Some of them like to draw a line between Eastern ecobabblers, who puff wolves as gallant symbols of wildness, and true Westerners, who know them as cruel and cowardly and who can be relied on to "shoot, shovel and shut up," as the brag goes in the cowboy bars. But, Brad Little, a stockman from Emmett, Idaho, concedes, "It's not so much wolves we're afraid of, it's wolf managers." Exactly. The wolves themselves, though they are sure to range beyond park boundaries...
...banquet of those contradictions in a single evening. In Henry IV, Part I, he was the stuttering, heroic Hotspur; in Part II, the cagey-senile Justice Shallow. The curtain would fall on his Oedipus, with its searing scream of self-revelation; after intermission he would mince on as Mr. Puff, the giddy paragraphist of Sheridan's The Critic. It was all part of a 70-year striptease in which this consummate quick-change artist always had one more veil to remove, and proof of what director Peter Glenville called Olivier's "greed for achievement...
...that bleats from his boom box. By day's end, though, the neighborhood has erupted. Sal and Raheem start fighting about the loud music; the cops arrive and, in the struggle, kill Raheem; Mookie throws a trash can through his employer's window; the place goes up in a puff of black rage...
...Bailliere, who ran dead sprints down the field. Huff, puff and score...
...scaly truth is that taste changes; and an anthology of writings on Reni at the end of the catalog charts his fall. You see the first puff of feathers detach itself from the wing of the Angelic Limner in 1846, when John Ruskin lets fly in Modern Painters: "A taint and stain, and jarring discord . . . marked sensuality and impurity." In 1895 Romain Rolland downed him: "He was able to deceive two entire centuries . . . Guido's laborious conscientiousness is void of thought and true feeling." Two years later, Bernard Berenson wrung his neck: "We turn away from Guido Reni with disgust...