Word: pursuits
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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THEATER On Broadway YOU KNOW I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN THE WATER'S RUNNING. Robert Anderson writes of men in pursuit of love who are, in turn, pursued by it. Sometimes sharply incisive in social comment, sometimes poignant in perception, most often baldly amusing, these four playlets demonstrate that in matters of sex, the line between the sublime and ridiculous is thin indeed...
...seemed curious that Bill Gurvich, who had eagerly made the announcement of Shaw's arrest last March and led the pursuit of other suspects ever since, should have waited so long to recant. "For months and months I was in this thing," he explained, "and all the time Jim was saying that we were just about to round the corner. Seeing how things were going, my conscience began tearing me apart...
...have discounted courses which involve a full time, very serious pursuit of knowledge: the Chemistry S-20's, the Economics S-1's and the Greek A-Aab's. This little guide is aimed at the dilletantes who are in town to toss back a few intellectual cocktails to satisfy their thirst for learning. From our long meetings, full of quibble and compromise, we have come up with these few mild recommendations...
...last week on the Monterey County Fairgrounds in California. She wasn't the only one. Around her, bedecked with beads, boots, faded Levi's, granny dresses, stovepipe hats, bells and tambourines, 50,000 members of the turned-on generation celebrated the rites of life, liberty and the pursuit of hippiness. That pursuit is by now a familiar national folkway, which, as often as not, is set to the beat of pop music. Indoors, it comes complete with pulsing lights, blinding flashes of projected photographs and whorls of smoke. Outdoors, it all seems more healthy, and in this instance...
...frustrations. He never suffered from a lack of recognition. When he was only 19, such poetic nabobs as T. S. Eliot and Stephen Spender were impressed by his published work, offering aid and encouragement. His chronic fault was that he was a wastrel-and not only in his constant pursuit of a new bed or bottle. He was recklessly profligate in everything. Some of these letters about relatively unimportant matters contain some of his best prose. Thus, in a lyrical homesick reply to Poet Margaret Taylor (after she had written him about a house he might rent in Wales...