Word: wanderlied
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...Boston's elegant Sheraton Hotel," in a succession of conference rooms with names like Exeter, Commonwealth, Hampton and Kent, in the kind of enclosed, unreal atmosphere that big hotels are so good at breeding. Muzak drifts through the halls; imitation classical urns are scattered discreetly in corners: hotel defectives wander around, checking things out. The leaders of the conference were, above all, smooth and in control. They were dressed in immaculate double-knit suits, and wore typed nametags with a bewildering assortment of bureaucratic titles: there were, for instance, six assistant under-secretaries-general, two assistant deputy secretaries-general...
...them, is offset by the tighter script of Woman, many scenes are still too protracted and improvisory. The film is nicely framed by two dinner scenes in which Mabel gamely attempts to role-play her Image of sanity. But there are scenes within the film which threaten to wander out of the theater...
Wodehouse-the P.G. stood for Pelham Grenville-had no halfhearted readers. He was either admired to the point of addiction or not admired at all. Like all fanatics, Wodehouse readers could only feel sorry for those who lacked the special sense of humor that allowed them to wander through the sunlit gardens of that little Eden at Blandings or to guffaw as the omniscient Jeeves pulled addlepated Bertie Wooster out of the clutches of his Aunt Agatha or the local constabulary. Wodehouse addicts had their own favorite characters. The author himself confessed he bent toward Lord Emsworth, the daffy ninth...
...Knesset members reflect the informality if their surrounding. No more than three of the men wear ties; most are in open collar shirts and sport jackets. They lean back in their chairs or wander around the chamber, talking loudly with their neighbors while the Israeli defense minister tries to address them from the podium...
...Leopold Bloom haunts this book... The easiest entry into its rhythms and movement is to recall the Bloomsday odyssey. I go out into the alien world, hard fearful, lonely. My afternoon stroll passes Sandymount strand: lustful, yearning, fleshy, I descend into a blasphemous bedeviled Nighttown.... and then I wander home...