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...surgery. Two days before he died, he drifted into consciousness long enough to open his arms to his daughter, rock her in them and make one request. "Just stay with me," he said. That was their last conversation. Since his death, Pincus has tried to keep occupied. In the quiet hours, after a day spent teaching kindergarten and before her husband gets home, she sinks into deep sorrow and longing. "It's a hole, and it doesn't go away," she says. "I never thought about being orphaned until my rabbi said...
...they win the battles for civil rights and women's rights? - they are ignorant of their own capacity for evil. The thought would not occur to them. It is an impossibility. They, evil? Ironically, theirs is much the same dangerous innocence for which the prophetic novelist Graham Greene ("The Quiet American") arraigned Americans in Indochina in the mid-1950s, well before they had entered into their fiasco there...
...gives you a feel of the rush of a hot rod screaming by and definitely disrupts the usual static nature of written text. Prince uses mail-order car hoods to create spare sculptures. They are painted with smooth, pastel shades of lime green and orange, giving the pieces a quiet sense of prettiness that subdues their actual use as parts of flaming hot rods. The contrast is striking and evocative. Finally, Fleury's pieces are attempts at destroying the car as a male icon. Her piece "Skin Crime #5" is a pink chromed Camaro cut right through the middle, violently...
...race more exhausting. He works well with light and presents the hot rods in the desert as machines of lasting endurance and infinite speed. The image of a potbellied and shirtless racer in between two coupes, his arms hanging loosely as he surveys the landscape, is both quiet and loud. The picture is still and yet the buzz of the heat bears down on the viewer, screaming its aridity...
...edge-of-one's-armchair election night was that it wasn't a crisis at all. The Wednesday morning sun did not rise on a Gore victory, as the vice president had envisioned aloud; nor did it rise on a Bush one. But rise it did, on quiet streets and expectant water coolers and "breaking news" touts that wouldn't go away...