Word: sitting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...have made a great deal of progress in getting power and influencing how the university is run," he told the Stanford students. "But," Packard warned, "if you get in a confrontation, you'll lose all this and the university will lose too." As he left, one sit-in leader observed: "I don't believe it. There's a guy we've been cursing for twelve months, and when he shows up in person everyone sits in stunned silence." Last summer, Packard hired Phil Taubman, a Stanford Daily editor and TIME campus correspondent, as "radical in residence...
...crew. "One day they treat you nice, and they are your big brothers," Hayes explained. "The next day, for no reason, it would be the opposite. Everyone was kept in terror, waiting to be beat. That was the worst part-there was nothing you could do but sit there and wait...
...command had flown only four newsmen to the site. The main negotiator for the Viet Cong, a man in floppy hat and khaki fatigues without insignia, had brought along rattan stools, and he motioned to the American delegation, which had brought its own metal folding chairs, to sit down-most likely in the hope of producing pictures to be played against the Paris dispute over seating arrangements. After all, if the U.S. would sit down with the Viet Cong, why should not Saigon? The Americans declined the bait and remained standing, and the Viet Cong then refused to sit down...
...structure of 20th century religious thought, the works of Ingmar Bergman perch like gargoyles. Their gnostic faith belongs to no known dogma; their acrid doubt is too large to sit in the cool shade of existentialism. The Shame, latest of his grotesqueries, once again prays to a dead God, once again mixes actuality and surrealism, calamity and humor, a fertile mind and an arid soul...
...dramatic impulse of his life in Nigeria was the struggle to write, which he undertook entirely alone. His young wife had to remain behind in England. Plagued by chronic asthma, malarial mosquitoes and the tasks of directing 19 native police and supervising roads and drains, Cary would sit down each night by a kerosene lamp and turn out 2,000 to 3,000 words of fiction that he had no confidence would ever see the light of print. He tore up much of it ("I hadn't yet decided what I meant") and worked and reworked one novel, Cock...