Word: quaintly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...lacks the obvious warmth of John XXIII, Paul is an impressive and sympathetic figure before small audiences. "He is a man of anguish who communicates his anguish to others," says one Chicago priest. Unlike the aloof Pius XII, Paul almost never dines alone; unlike even John, who affected a quaint Renaissance mode of dress, Paul seldom wears anything more elaborate than a simple white cassock. On busy days he may meet aides with his collar open; sometimes, with cassock doffed, he is in shirtsleeves. Like Pius XII, he often pecks out short memos and private letters on a battered Olivetti...
...tried zazen (meditation) during my visit," reports TIME Correspondent Eleanor Hoover. "At first the lotus position-the straight spine, the fingers pressed together, the lowered posture of the jaw-is not so bad. The cushions seem quaint instead of hard. After a little while, however, the sense of confinement sets in. Panic at the thought that there is no escape, that you simply must sit there just that way for 40 minutes, is well-nigh unbearable...
What the Times seemed to regard as a quaint exemplar of ranch-house politics takes on a more unsavory look in the light of at least one of the chores Fortas was apparently called upon to perform while he was a Justice. Early in 1967, Ralph Lazarus, president of the Federated Department Stores, predicted that expenditures on the war in Vietnam for the coming year would be some $5 billion over the President's public estimates. The next day Lazarus received a call from Justice Fortas, which the Times relates "was to transmit Lyndon Johnson's ire." Lazarus quickly recanted...
...rock road to success. At the end, when our hero is king of the music mountain, he sings a last rock song about "Flipping Out". Then he asserts his individuality by saying "fuck you" to the world in general and the audience in particular, and singing again the quaint folk song "Little White Dog" which began the debacle...
Tourism is another matter. Nantucket has become a favorite summer resort and tourist attraction. The population jumps to 16,000 in July and August; last summer 200,000 sightseers overran its quaint cobblestone streets and lolled on its beaches. Salty natives sneer that one-day visitors "come with a five-dollar bill and a dirty shirt and change neither." Nevertheless, local businessmen gladly pocket the $20 million a year spent annually on bus trips, postcards and clam chowder. In fact, the tourist trade is growing so rapidly that many "off-islanders," the regular summer residents, are concerned lest their historic...