Word: vacuumed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...obvious decadence of subject matter in the plays of Shakespeare's successors: the sensationalism, the fascination with sex and death, are currently such familiar features of art that audiences will surely delight to find in John Ford such a clever hand at depicting them. Writing in the strange cultural vacuum which preceded the English Revolution, John Ford took old relationships and old labels-husband, wife, virgin, brother, sister-and read into them lurid new meanings...
...Radcliffe looking for? An obvious question with a not-so-obvious answer," explains Introducing Radcliffe. They were not, for example, looking for the girl in the grey flannel suit. They were, apparently, looking for you and me and the girl down the hall, the one who runs a vacuum cleaner every Sunday morning at 6 a. m. In high school the corridors smell of chalk dust, and lunch costs 45c with milk, and who the hell are they looking for? I, you see, knew all the Presidents once, but Margie knew all the Presidents and could run the track faster...
Harvard, which sometimes appears ready to fill the vacuum at the bottom, has the unenviable task today of trying to stop the Quakers in their own pool...
...void may be less than vacuum-tight. The press was at this teach-in; the press will be at all the teach-ins across the nation. So will most of the peace candidates for the Democratic presidential nomination. Lindsay, Muskie, Clark, McGovern, Bavh, Gardner, Hughes-and. of course, McCarthy. The New York Times account of the Harvard teach-in didn't mention the name of another speaker at the meeting; the entire article was devoted to McCarthy. Although typically coy, McCarthy made clear his desire to win the nomination. "This is not a rerun of what happened...
...always very late, very cold and very dark. It is four in the morning, your logical processes are spent, your mind is wandering around like a vacuum cleaner picking up tiny balls of lint. Everything is inescapable. Every few seconds your brain hinges on some different nugget from the past. You would like to forget each and every one of them, but the pictures are too sharp and too terrifying to ignore. You are at once too tired and too aware to edit or sentimentalize your memory's scrapbook...