Word: quietness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Garden. Its strongest proponents were not clergy but a new breed of popular novelists like Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, whose 1868 The Gates Ajar, set in heaven, was a runaway best seller through the end of the century. Wrote Phelps of one celestial interlude: "We stopped before a small and quiet house built of curiously inlaid woods...So exquisite was the carving and coloring, that on a larger scale the effect might have interfered with the solidity of the building, but so modest were the proportions of this charming house, that its dignity was only enhanced by its delicacy ... There were...
...along the lines of classical epic: just as the Aeneid is about Aeneas, so is the Saskiad the story of Saskia White. Saskia, a twelve-year-old of fierce intelligence and a tendency toward literary agglomeration, lives with her ex-hippie mother and a horde of small children and quiet adults in a tumbledown former commune near Ithaca, New York. Busying herself during the day with school, the little ones and cooking duties, Saskia spends her off hours reading. The imaginary world she creates around herself is rich with the images and characters of her favorite stories--not "fantasy" tales...
...setting much earlier in January; do you remember? The cold evening chill would quiet the campus by five o'clock every day. You were studying for finals, probably. But I was in Boylston Hall, breaking my fast with the Harvard Islamic Society (HIS). It was the middle of Ramadan, a holy month signifying the revelation of the Koran--a time when millions of Muslims all over the world commit to day-long fasts from food and water. And for the first time, I was doing it on my own--without my family--here at Harvard...
...descended, it is a cardinal sin to whisper and interrupt the don during The Godfather. As one of Luciano's buddies would recall in a recent A&E docu-drama, "The clink of a glass, the drop of a hat--you'd hear the littlest sound, everyone was so quiet when Lucky arrived at the club." These were high profile men: men who drank their whisky straight, men who traveled in a cloud of cash and Cuban cigars, leaving nothing in their wake save the thick black smoke of deceit. And the dead...
...when the actors had their moments, they really had them. The physical grappling that ends Act II crackled onstage with John's frantic self-doubt scraping against Carol's assaulted dignity. Kaye's daringly quiet, remarkably pointed reading of Carol's plea "Will somebody please help me?" cast a perfect pall over a notoriously uneasy intermission...