Word: squatness
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...might be in order is a House which asserts Harvard's debt to the great traditions of European building--architectural styles which must always be viewed in context of a general Zeitgeistlicheweltanschauung. One thinks immediately of the ultimate synthesis, a Greek temple with flying buttress. Such a structure would squat gracefully across Boylston Street and express the ever-existant tension between the real and the ideal...
...side that Tati has his grandest inspirations. There is a marvelous sequence, apropos of nothing, in which a dog leads a man on a leash. Yet surely the funniest passage in the picture is the long slow crescendo of comedy in which four hard-eyed, ten-year-old gamblers squat in an empty lot, whistle at passing pedestrians, and make book on which of them will look around, forget where he is going and crash into the nearest lamppost...
...calculated it was. The picture was a fake, staged by a squat, bombastic Little Rock haberdasher named James ("Jimmy the Flash") Karam, the man who spurred on anti-Negro mobs for Governor Orval Faubus last fall (TIME, Oct. 7, 1957). Under Karam's direction, a taxicab deposited the Negroes, identified as James Howard and family, near the Hall High School at 8:40 on the morning of the balloting on the issue of segregated v. integrated schools...
Shall I tell you of the other ones? The squat little man with the crewcut who sold his soul and pen to an Elsie's wall mural for three blue punch cards. Or the intense young man with thinning hair and a changing voice who reads Wallace Stevens to a saxophone solo. Or the boy from the Bronx who writes Spanish poetry...
Shall I tell you of the other ones? The squat little man with the crew-cut who sold his soul and pen to an Elsie's wall mural fo three blue punch cards. Or the intense young man with thinning hair and a changing voice who reads Wallace Stevens to a saxaphone solo. Or the boy from the Bronx who writes Spanish poetry...