Word: salade
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Rabelaisian humor are broken off unexpectedly by passages approaching the drunken, frenzied poetry of a Rimbaud. Obscurity and philosophy, squalor and rhapsody are juxtaposed, crammed together, torn apart and tossed wildly, as if the book were the mixing bowl in which Miller, the mad chef, were preparing a salad -- to fling in the face of the diners. But not even in obscenity or nihilistic frenzy do we find a bit of solid ground. Obsence protests are continually undercut by a laugh, despair by a ray of happy contentedness; even the ferocious prophecies of the impending consummation of decay give...
...balked ambition and jealous lust for a pretty, flirty waitress (Mary Yeomans). The butcher is a steady boozer who loathes the "lousy forriners'' he works with and keeps squalling:' "Speak bloody English!" The vegetable cook is a soiled blimp who waggles her massive breasts at the salad chef but insists that the lower echelons observe the proper necking order. The proprietor is a muttering overfed Levantine who furtively patrols the shadows, peering suspiciously at his employees, flapping his jowls and sobbing quietly: "Sabotage...
...high heels, how to make artistic canapes, and how to argue with the butcher for a good cut of meat. Some students are fascinated with mixing food and drink, put together duodenum-rending concoctions. One teacher spent half an hour dissuading a determined student from combining sausages and fruit salad as a main course. Students even conquer the art of small talk, are taught to stifle the impulse to ask other wives their age or their husbands' income...
...contestants at Wichita needed thermals-columns of warm air-to stay aloft and they knew just how to find them. Towed to 2,000 ft. by powered aircraft, the sailplaners looked first for a "salad bowl"-a cluster of rising sailplanes already airborne and circling slowly, as if stirred by some giant ladle. Failing that, the entrants looked for the big cotton bolls of cumulus clouds-the typical sign of updrafts-or for wheeling hawks, those skillful natural riders of the wind. Having hooked a thermal, the sail-planers got from it every last inch of altitude, then drifted...
Each toss sent a fruit salad of custom creations arcing past the chandelier in his exclusive salon. A mere 60 women had managed to squeeze into the maelstrom, along with a handful of men. But as hats fell like peonies from heaven, ladies grabbed and shrieked. Five stalwart matrons, operating as "The Syndicate," reached for anything that sailed by, however conservative...