Word: trapdoors
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...renowned "21" restaurant swung open its iron-grille gate on West 52nd St. as a classy speakeasy during prohibition. It has since evolved into a unique American showplace: a restaurant run in some ways more like a club than a public accommodation. There is no longer a trapdoor on the bar to trip drinks into a sewer at the press of a button, but logs still crackle in the fireplaces and a $750,000 collection of paintings, drawings and bronzes adorns the paneled walls. Habitues include the rich, the powerful and the famous, plus thousands of others who flock there...
...sometimes hang by a thread, are delicately crosswebbed, like our own. The author tactfully does not press such parallels to extremes. Yet she is clearly an accomplished spider herself, capable of weaving metaphysical webs in fiction and enmeshing a whole gallery of ogres, Freudian and otherwise. Like the wily trapdoor spider, which retires to digest its kill behind a neat disklike door attached to its nest, Iris Murdoch is seldom visible, or visibly partisan, in her work. In Bruno's Dream, however, she seems more compassionately bemused than usual, though no less severely aware than ever that...
...brownies. It was their night. Mrs. Hicks came in first, 13,000 ahead of the other nominee, Secretary of State Kevin H. White, and 20,000 ahead of state Rep. John W. Sears. In a phone-cluttered City Club office reached by crawling into a fireplace hearth, lifting a trapdoor, and climbing down some stairs, one of Mrs. Hicks' campaign strategists snorted, "We aren't amateurs here." He predicted firm victory in November...
WALKING HAPPY-singing brightly, dancing spritely, clapping loudly. A sort of My Fair Laddie, with British Beguiler Norman Wisdom as a Lancashire boatmaker who starts out so far below the stairs that he arrives onstage via a trapdoor...
...prison at Vincennes called him Monsieur le 6. The name of the arrogant prisoner in the tower had not yet become an eponym for conscienceless cruelty, but there was something about him that the warders did not like, and they preferred to poke his dinner to him through a trapdoor in the floor...