Word: spooning
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...untouched and genuine." Under this impression himself, Blythe, author of a novel and a number of television plays, moved nearby 14 years ago. Unlike other outsiders, he found much more than birds and quiet. Akenfield is the absorbing result. It is remarkable both as literature-a kind of Suffolk Spoon River-and as a sociological report on a par with Henry Mayhew's London Labour and the London Poor, a journalistic study of poverty in 19th century Britain...
...song in the original entitled "Croon-Spoon" becomes "Moon. . ." Director Leonard Lehrman sacrifices a certain amount of cohesiveness in trying to tell us that the play hasn't lost its relevance. The moon reference puts a date on a play which shouldn't be dated...
...intently as Sister Ann Ida Gannon, the school's president, greeted them: "This day will be a failure if most of you let it stop at 4 or 5 o'clock. Today is only a beginning." It was a thoughtful group, not one inclined to swallow any spoon-fed dogmatism. When a bearded teacher began to criticize "our corrupt society" and "our bankrupt electoral system," one woman in the audience objected quietly but firmly that she was there to protest the war in Viet Nam, not the state of society or the electoral system...
...cuisine fascinates him, the kinds of things dieters like Oldenburg himself try to avoid: a wedge of pecan pie, a banana sundae, racks of assorted pastry, ice cream, cheeseburgers. Made of plaster, slathered with lush enamel paint, these goodies actually seem ready for the consumer's fork and spoon. But like four-color advertisements of food, they are designed more to entice than to be eaten. An Oldenburg baked potato nonetheless looks hot, smoky, delicious -with butter melting over the white insides. Yet visually it is as powerful as a volcano, with energy and drama in the eruption...
...special terror is to be aged and alone, and this is made chillingly vivid by Harry's bedridden mother (Cathleen Nesbitt), who lives with the couple. She is an arthritically gnarled stick of a woman who wets her bed, is only intermittently coherent and has to be spoon-fed by Harry, who tends her with a tactful if exasperated saintliness...