Word: teas
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...wears a standard director's outfit, a khaki safari jacket and jeans. Otherwise, there is very little that is standard about him and almost nothing suggesting Hollywood. He is obsessive about self-control and, perhaps for that reason, takes no drugs, virtually no alcohol and carries herbal tea bags to avoid caffeine drinks. When he is in Beverly Hills he does the food shopping, to the frustration of his maid Bertha Kanafil, and cooks often ("I've ruined a lot of good food," he admits). He is apt to spend four nights a week with his girlfriend Kathleen...
...Haven's Yale Repertory Theater, his most recent play has now opened at Broadway's Lyceum Theater. The initial scenes of "Master Harold"...and the Boys are amiable, even cozy. It is a rainy late afternoon, and two blacks are tidying up the St. Georges Park Tea Room, a modest luncheonette. The elder and brighter, Sam (Zakes Mokae), putters about while Willie (Danny Glover), a simpler soul, mops the floor. The two interrupt their labors from time to time to polish up fox-trot and waltz steps for a much anticipated dance contest...
Another familiar company now in trouble is the Great Atlantic & Pacific Tea Co., once the largest supermarket chain in the U.S. It is shutting the doors on outlets at the rate of ten a month, and Chairman James Wood, 52, has promised another 400 closings, which will bring the size of the chain down to 1,200. A&P once had 3,600 stores in the U.S. The company has suffered nine successive quarters of losses...
SIPPING COLD, WEAK TEA in his unheated room, professor Jakob, the unlikely hero of Russell McCormmach's new novel, feels tragic and paralyzed wlstfulness for himself, his science, and his country. An old man, whose career was undistinguished, he recognizes his mediocrity. He can't event pass for a legend in his own mind. Even his redeeming, pure beyond ethereal dedication to physics, makes his achievements seem all the more Lackluster...
...mounting them in baby carriages. But as we, like Europe before 1914, lunch we know not where, absurdity becomes dangerous, and no longer only sad, as was Jakob's bitter luxury. Next time, no one will read of an old man's cold pleasures, of musing over weak tea about shattered, harmonies and faded memories, in ruins wrought by creatures who, in their foolish scribblings, advised their children to crouch under school desks so as to hide from the blast...