Word: wastebasketful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...gasped for breath. He grabbed my arm and pushed me between the bookcase and the armchair. "Boris and I were just practicing a little for the family picnic this weekend," he explained, deftly taking a pass from Boris and shooting it by my knee into the corner wastebasket...
...looked with distaste at the sprawl that is Pittsburgh, and gave the city fathers his solemn advice: "Abandon it." Architects with the king-sized imagination of a Wright have always let one corner of the mind dwell on the impossible. Their most grandiose schemes often end up in the wastebasket, either stymied by technology or vetoed by those who regard themselves as more practical (and sometimes are). But the visionary architects go on dreaming of mushroom-shaped houses, glass pyramids and spiral cities. Last week, in a lively show called "Visionary Architecture," Manhattan's Museum of Modern...
...scene was set in the unfinished grand ballroom of what was to have been the Belgian Governor's new official residence. Now it was the debating hall of the Congo's first Parliament. A grey wastebasket was pressed into service as the voting urn. Amid the happy hubbub, a black soldier loped down the aisle, crying, "Mr. President of the Provisional Assembly, he has arrived!" As the President strode briskly to his seat, his Belgian adviser whispered, "Have you got your hammer...
Troubled Team. Kasavubu was confident. He had already been named by the Belgians as formateur to choose the first government. But when the ballots in the grey wastebasket were counted, Lumumba had won. His supporters danced with joy and playfully tugged at their leader's beard. The humiliated Kasavubu sat staring into space...
...choleric refugee from The Front Page, whose English is baser than basic ("Crapola! Crapola! Crapola!"). As a roman a clef, or key-to-reality-novel, the book unlocks some fairly intriguing trade gossip. But as literature. View from the Fortieth Floor lacks a consistent viewpoint, simply upends a wastebasket of facts and scans the litter like tea leaves of doom...