Word: somewhat
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...difficulty with Goya is that for the past hundred years and more, he has been somewhat obscured by the Goyaesque. Our idea of him has been so much shaped by the Romantic sensibility that pervaded Europe after his death that we still like to see him as a death-haunted, irrational loner, pitted by his - temperament against his times -- the first skeptic of art, the titanic ancestor of surrealism. "It is when Goya abandons himself to his capacity for fantasy that he is most admirable," wrote Theophile Gautier in 1842. "No one can equal him in making black clouds, filled...
...Chemistry Department, the problem of pre-meds shoving down other students is somewhat alleviated by splitting organic chemistry into two tracks: pre-meds take the Chem 17-27 series, while Chem majors take Chem 20-30. More science courses ought to be cleaved in this manner...
Some economists point out that costlier fuel would slow down the economy and boost inflation somewhat. According to a study by the WEFA Group, a Pennsylvania-based forecasting firm, a 10 cents-per-gal. increase would accelerate inflation by about one-third of 1% and cut GNP by $10 billion, or one-fifth of 1%. The firm estimated that the slowdown in growth would lead to 80,000 layoffs in the first year of the tax increase...
...modestly, ingratiatingly, a movie of the latter sort. To be sure, it begins with a serial killer claiming a victim, and it ends with the guilty party being taken into custody. But the deductive process that normally leads to this conventionally ordained conclusion is perfunctory and even somewhat implausible. What interests writer John Patrick Shanley, who won an Academy Award last year for Moonstruck, is the infinite and usually inexplicable capacity of ordinary people to turn flaky without warning or change of expression. The prime example here is Nick Starkey (Kevin Kline), a former New York City...
...remind myself of the old man. Myself and I, as it happens, are having a dialogue, somewhat testy, thoroughly familiar. It is 7:35 on a chilly morning in late fall, and I am swinging an 8-lb. splitting maul, breaking up oak and birch trunks. Myself is feeling sorry for himself. Our back is stiff from yesterday's firewood fun. Our right wrist, broken years ago in a skiing accident, signals that it is time to stop. Middle-aged men drag themselves through life like wounded bears, it occurs...