Word: shock
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Line from North Station. The electrified crowd occupied the time with chants of "We're number One," while several zealots took the campaign right down to the tracks. One of the less-than-sober fans climbed out after his fall by calmly stepping on the third rail, to the shock and dismay of gasping onlookers. He was not hurt...
...well-turned hips and (rarity of Wagnerian rarities) trim waist, she played the Irish princess as an impetuous, headstrong woman. To New York audiences who have seen almost nothing for 15 years except Birgit Nilsson's cool, ruminative portrayal, Barlow's sexy Isolde came as a pleasant shock...
...lost (and the news from Washington doesn't get all the credit for this--you can blame anything from cities of steel and stone and glass that frazzle the feelings of self to the modern predicament) is the sense of connection. And The Exorcist, if anything, depends for its shock upon severed connections. Heavy mechanical cutting dissociates you from the picture. Its edges don't connect, but hang jagged. The lesioned picture leaves you with the sense of a world awry, a broken world whose sense has splintered. It's fun for casualties of a holocaust, or hellfire, anxious...
...Bloomsbury boom, which seems to derive much of its momentum from the revelation, at well-spaced intervals, of its members' sexual habits. Bloomsbury, was, we know now, stranger than we could have imagined. Each month for the last year or so has brought a new book calculated to shock, titillate, and endear these brilliant perverts to out hearts. Lytton Strachey's fascination with the eroticism of the ear, John Maynard Keynes's penchant for the hand, and G. Lowes Dickinson's boot fetishism have all been the subject of recent studies. At the center of it all stands Virginia Woolf...
Westmoreland's working uniform used to be fatigues that were faded with wear but always had perfect, knife-edge creases. Thus it is something of a shock to notice, as he waves a guest into his small carriage house on Prices Alley in the historic old section of Charleston, that he is wearing a pair of rumpled slacks, sport shirt with tail out, and a pair of soft black moccasins that have not lately seen much spit and polish. Yet the short gray hair is still carefully combed straight back, the lean jaw still juts. Taut...