Word: smiled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...parlor interior is smaller but much lighter and brighter than Pewter Pot's. The menu is also twice as extensive. A silver-haired, grandmotherly woman will smile and bring you coffee while your waitress waddles over in her Elizabethan pantaloons. A glance down the menu reveals nothing exotic-just square Middle American fare. The only ethnic flavor maybe is a pale, faint hint of Pennsylvania Dutch that is suggested by the filling hot sandwiches and gravybread. The hot roast beef sandwich comes with a good bowl of French onion soup, the sopped bread floating on the top. Even...
...longer able to act, Harry and Jack observe and remember. They watch the people who walk by their table, discuss them, recall others like them. Although their recollections are often funny, Jack and Harry cannot laugh; they can only smile. And cry. Even their pasts seem alien, and time, all they have left, is an enemy. "You wonder how there was ever time for it all," Harry muses. "Time?" Jack replies. "Don't mention it." Each day is the same. They go to breakfast, and then to lunch, and then they take tea, and then they leave for dinner...
...history, as toward nature, is endurance. The American attitude toward history is more defiant, more domineering: "We shall overcome" is the most American of slogans. America is so much more torn today than Europe because we still demand so much more of ourselves. Europeans in their bitterly acquired wisdom smile at the demands America makes on itself, or are horrified by them. But these demands are part of our consciousness, and we must continue to live with them until we satisfy them (or until they destroy us, which is also possible...
...Attorney General, who might be the most embarrassed of all, merely smiles a wan little smile and refers fondly to her as his "unguided missile." She also has an admirer in President Nixon, who has referred to her as "spunky" and told her to "give 'em hell...
...question, the guy was different. A drawly, vaguely rural voice that started somewhere way back in his throat and almost didn't make it past his lips; a quizzical, unblinking gaze that tended to make other eyes turn away in embarrassment; a perfect, foot-wide smile that flashed on and off like the Eddystone Light. The casting director asked a few uneasy questions, paused, then blurted: "I don't know what we'd ever use you for, but if we need you, we'll need you very badly...