Word: sheet
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Eventually they decided to work the same hours again. Al got home first one day and met Vivian outside the door. He was white as a sheet. "Honey," he said, "we've been ripped off again." This time the burglars took some of the items the Webers had bought as replacements?and keepsakes as well. "They've got us timed," thought Mrs. Weber. "They know when we go and when we come home." She quit work and would not even go shopping unless Al was home. He gave up his annual hunting trips. They put deadbolt locks...
...other. I considered it a challenge each time a customer asked about the location of an obscure Super-Saver product, and I began to memorize aisle numbers. For my efforts, I was given increased power and was eventually assigned to sort the incoming merchandise and attach a sheet of price stickers to each item...
...this stark, scalding and implacable drama, John Osborne draws up a balance sheet of a personal hell. His lawyer anti-hero Bill Maitland (Nicol Williamson) is "irredeemably mediocre," and incorrigibly self-destructive. He indulges in lacerating sado-masochistic diatribes, pops pills and suffers interminable hang overs. His joyless office liaisons sate only his lust, and he leaves his wife, mistress and daughter parched for love. In short, he is a mess, but he is the kind of mesmerizing mess that more men see in the shaving mirror in 1981 than did in 1965 when the play opened in New York...
...Hallucinating. With Borofsky, at least, you do think you are hallucinating. But then, why should a stage set not be "sculpture"? In the Whitney, pretty well anything that isn't flat or a photograph can be classified as sculpture, like Scott Burton's table made of sheet onyx lit from inside, or his chairs-two hunks of rough gray gneiss, cut in a way that makes only minimal concessions to human buttocks, impartially devoid of life as sculpture and comfort as furniture...
Others were less fortunate. Jack Turinsky, 41, of Anchorage, apparently had rushed into the 24th-floor hall, was overcome by fumes, struggled back to his nearly smokeless room and died there. Bruce Glenn, 47, of Plymouth, Minn., smashed open his 16th-floor window, dangled briefly from a sheet, then fell to his death on a third-floor deck. Harry Gaines, 69, and his wife Lorraine, 67, of Los Angeles, heeded the usual survival advice. They fled into their tenth-floor bathroom, shut the door, crammed wet towels under it and stuffed other towels into the air vents...