Word: splendor
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Francisco could take it easy if it wanted to. It could just sit there on the apron of the continent and find contentment in its unfair share of splendor. But America's most hypersensitive city has never been happy without a cause to embrace passionately or, at the very least, something to be ticked off about...
...Dole, but spends most of his time listening to Morry Taylor's curses, Pat Buchanan's poetry and Alan Keyes' messianic rantings. The result is like a pointillist painting: up close, these events are a sea of bright dots; step back, and they are a captivation of the splendor, spirit and stupidity of our quadrennial madness...
Through blind physics, the Antarctic can confer on a dead seal the splendor of an Arthurian burial rite. A corpse will become frozen beneath some floating ice, then rise slowly to the top as ice forms below and evaporates above. Once on the surface, the body insulates the underlying ice from the sun, causing it to form a pedestal as the surrounding ice recedes. Eventually, the ice breaks up, and the seal, mummified by the dry, cold climate, drifts out to sea. As layers of warm and cold air bend light and play tricks on the eye, it can appear...
...scale of another. Then, on the brink of the next century, Harvard can boast it has restored, finally and completely, a building from the last century. As Bunting wrote in his 1985 history, "When the tower roof, clock, and cresting have been replaced, Memorial Hall in century-old splendor will resume its pivotal visual role in the world of Harvard." We can only hope...
...snowy beach I thought of an old friend who just got married to the wonderful woman with whom he had been living in perfect bohemian splendor for a dozen years, in a high Episcopalian ceremony so beautiful it took your breath away. And I thought of an old enemy and his new wife who are about to have their first child, and I wished them great happiness. I thought of other things I cannot name. Then I thought of my mother, 89, her once fine and witty mind assaulted by Alzheimer's but otherwise, and cruelly, in excellent health...