Word: trenched
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Hunt Hall, long an architectural curiosity, and recently the home of the Vis Stud Department and the Graduate School of Design, has been demolished to make way for Canaday Hall, a new freshman dorm. At the other end of the Yard, bulldozers and dynamite are digging a 40-foot trench that will become, hopefully by the spring of 1975, the Pusey Library, an addition to Widener...
...Rock Star Mick, went to St. Laurent, who acknowledged it from somewhere in Outer Egoland: since "everyone was copying me," said the master, "I decided to copy myself." Still, the familiar long cardigans (including one bejeweled evening affair costing $3,000), belted jackets and floppy pants, and YSL trench coats-all further elongated by appearing over 4-in. heels-never looked better. For evening, St. Laurent recommended slinky ciré dresses and one-shouldered georgette gowns, many set off by gold and copper snakehead jewelry. The color emphasis was what might be called old-lady chic-gun-metal grays...
...Mazursky to comment once again (as he did in Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice, and in the more ambitious and more interesting Alex in Wonderland) on the folkways of contemporary romance, where an innocent conversation can turn abruptly into a sexual scrimmage, and a tryst into trench warfare. He excels at putting down the trappings and pretensions of the middle-class life of Los Angeles with tart asides on stylish psychiatrists discussing the notion of "sport screwing," teen-age swingers, and hip health-food restaurants where satanic waiters recite the menu like an incantation...
...standing facing the motel's swimming pool when a black youth with a rifle jumped out from some bushes, stared at him for a full second, took aim and fired. Shot through his midsection, Bemish fell into the pool. He pretended to be dead, his air-filled trench coat providing just enough buoyancy to keep him above water...
Laurence Harvey, who once played the Manchurian candidate, appears here as a Moscow commissar, sporting the kind of heavy leather trench coat that suggests Slavic villainy the way a black stetson in a western signals evil. He takes special delight in tor turing Jews. After inflicting one especially impassioned beating, Harvey makes his way out of the traditionally dank subterranean cell as an awestruck underling inquires, "What now? Are you going back to the office...