Word: staring
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...interested only in a passing grade. In his determination to give Cascadia his very best, Levin tries to light a divine fire in them, to teach them "what's for sale in a commercial society, and what had better not be." He gets back only a blank, uncomprehending stare. To his fellow teachers, Levin seeks to communicate his passionate belief that the liberal arts should have an equal place in the curriculum alongside animal husbandry and road engineering. They back away as if fearing infection...
...that was half real and half dream, but always supercharged with emotion. Violet waves of rubble might in one canvas wash up upon some imaginary shore in the heart of the city; in another canvas a lone fisherman rows slowly down the River Spree as scores of dark windows stare blankly out of vacant interiors. In Heldt's final canvases, the city itself broke up into childlike chunks of color that teetered and lurched crazily against one another. The color was bright but shadowless, and the streets were eerily still...
During the run of the Ziegfeld Follies of 1917, a man in his mid-50s kept reappearing in the audience night after night-always buying two tickets, one for himself, one for his hat-to stare at a blonde chorine named Marion Davies. He already had a wife, five sons, a gold mine, seven magazines, ten newspapers, more than a million acres of land-and now he wanted the chorine. Getting her was as easy for William Randolph Hearst as hailing a taxicab. Remarkably, she remained his mistress for 34 years...
...opening of the U.N. General Assembly meeting in New York was forbidden by authorities in the former French Congo, who said that they could not guarantee his safety "because of the discontent and agitation provoked by events in Katanga." When Hammarskjold heard the news, his only reaction was to stare vacantly in the direction of an Indian pipe drum band, which was playing Over the Sea to Skye-a Scottish funeral dirge...
Near Milk Street in Boston, a fruit peddler keeps his little radio nestled among the purple plums, and startled passers-by always pause to stare at the singing fruit. Small boys on bicycles churn along the roads with radios topped with long whip antennas (they used to carry fishing rods). On a downtown Dallas street recently, pedestrians arched their brows at an open manhole from which floated the ball-game scores. Chinese listeners in San Francisco may soon-if the electronic wrinkles are ironed out-watch the video version of Gunsmoke while their radios blast out a Cantonese translation, courtesy...