Word: taxies
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...taxi drivers, disgruntled by the troublesome regulations decreed by Linhares during a taxi strike, joined the hexing. Said one darkly: "We've chipped in to buy ten boxes of good cigars for the god Omulo to make the charm work. Linhares had better not take an airplane...
Last week Linhares was still in the Copacabana. He had stayed out of airplanes, appeared in good health, had not hired a cook. Said one taxi driver: grateful ex-Cook Rosa must be blessing Linhares' fingernail parings, sacrificing white chickens at dawn-working a countet-macumba...
...ambitious attempt to anatomize, through the narrator's contrasted affairs with two women, the U.S. middle class and the U.S. proletariat. The bourgeois wife, Imogen, is a convincing redigestion, in contemporary terms, of the kind of paralytic romanticism which Flaubert raged at (and suffered from). The proletarian taxi-dancer, Anna, is more vivid and engaging, and the glimpses into her world-a world of incidents like the Polish boarder's "doing his business and wrapping it up in paper" for Anna to pick up-are the most detached that any writer, left or right, has yet furnished...
...four, handed out nickels in a subway booth and roomed with a girl friend named Winnie. "They were always making Ovaltine and talking till all hours of the night. About deep things. Like love and why you do what you do." One day Winnie was run over by a taxi. Gladys "wanted a minister to say something about [Winnie] at the funeral." But all the ministers said sorry, it was the Easter rush; they had no time. Gladys began to wonder what God really was. She saw a stained-glass window that said: Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Sylvester...
...look like a foursome, Stacy also invited Poetess Susan Grieve, who was unpoetically cold and prim. Stacy ordered lots of drinks, and soon Slick and Peggy were giving each other appraising glances in the manner of "two cobras raising their heads from the grass." Stacy hastily whistled up a taxi for them. Then, suddenly, everything misfired; poor Stacy found himself deep in the heart of Brooklyn with speechlessly angry Peggy, and prim Susan found herself in the arms of the U.S. Navy...