Word: tableclothed
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...attended the Big Green's Hall of Fame Dinner in Hanover and he attempted to snatch up some rice pilaf from his plate. For the first time he could remember since junior high his grazing ability failed and he ended up with a snout full of red and white tablecloth. Not wishing to attract attention. Steve continued to munch away until he got to a hem he looked up. The people seated around the now bare table were staring at him. Retaining his composure after a slight telltale blush, he sliced down the seam and severed his connection with...
...resistant to the skimming eye, served two purposes. It presented his paintings as surface; and it insisted upon a slowness of inspection, parallel to the immense deliberation which Braque himself brought to the act of painting. Such works are all about explicitness: witness a masterpiece like The Pink Tablecloth, 1938, with its assembly of waterjug, book, lemons and glass enjoying their mutual silvery transparency on a pale amoebic cloth, linked together by a shaved white line that both dictates the flow of the shapes and suggests the cold light of a winter morning...
...Braque's figures lack personality, his still lifes possess it. One finds a whole cast of characters: tables, for instance, run the gamut from the stolid turned legs under The Pink Tablecloth to the drowned and tilted marine landscape of The Billiard Table, 1944-52, to the iron legs of The Gueridon, 1935, flexing gaily like Isadora Duncan at practice...
...Green Turtle, on Cambridge Street two blocks past Inman Square, is a greasy spoon. At night it turns into a hippie-chic restaurant complete with suburbanites in double-knit flares. But the spoons are still greasy, the tablecloth soiled, and the ashtrays overflowing...
...capered about with his unique sleight of foot, he created a choreography of the human condition. Under Chaplin's direction, objects spoke out as never before: bread rolls became ballet slippers, a boot was transformed into a feast, a torn newspaper had a new career as a lace tablecloth. There have been more ambitious silent comedies than Chaplin's-Buster Keaton's The General combined yocks with the verisimilitude of Mathew Brady photographs; Harold Lloyd's and Ben Turpin's movies could wring as many laughs from an audience. But no one ever touched Chaplin...