Word: webbed
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Imagine a house filled with books, and then try to track down the one bearing his name. The Elements of Style should be somewhere by the desk where the letters get written. The clutter of the children's rooms ought to yield dog- eared copies of Charlotte's Web, Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan. The Essays and Letters are both within easy reach of the overstuffed armchair in front of the fireplace. For A Subtreasury of American Humor, the best bet is probably the bedside table in the guest room, where Aunt Mary left it a month...
Since he so carefully watched and reported the small workings of nature, nothing that White wrote is very far removed from the central subject of life and death. In the long run, if there is one, Charlotte's Web should overshadow any number of manifestos. The story of how Wilbur the pig was saved by the unusual weaving skills of Charlotte the spider has taught countless children, many of them now middle-aged, how to weep and exult at the same moment. Wilbur's tribute to his departed benefactor bears repeating, with a nod to the man who created them...
With her full, sensuous mouth, long-lashed blue eyes and cascading blond hair, she was one of the most seductive starlets of the postwar years. But as the looks faded and a web of wrinkles covered a once lovely face, she gave some of her most memorable performances in the roles of older women. She also scored unexpected triumphs with her pen, publishing three best-selling books since 1976. When she died last week at 64, of cancer, in the Normandy village of Autheuil-Authouillet, Simone Signoret had attained far more than movie stardom. "For more than 40 years," declared...
...every day about a hundred trucks roll in and out. The vast site could be on Mars. Hills and canyons are denuded. The great dirt expanses where steel drums are buried dwarf the bulldozers and moon-suited workers. Dozens of deep pools of dark, still liquids, interconnected by a web of white pipes running uphill and down, pock the landscape. Oily sludge is stirred into the ground. A tanker truck squirts full blast into a waste pond. With its tidy system of interlacing roads and sharply etched contours, the dump is as neat as a map and profoundly ugly...
APART FROM the film's funky look, After Hours boasts two virtuoso perfomances bolstered by Scorcese's typically brilliant direction. As the Black Widow Spider who spins a web of mysterious boyfriends, ex-husbands and bizarre ailments around herself to the befuddlement of the White Boy from Long Island, Rosanna Arquette firmly establishes herself as the reigning queen of the cult classic. Back on the now--familiar streets of Soho after a temporary migration west in Silverado, Arquette puts her character through its requisite paces of schizophrenia with all the felicity of a chameleon. Newcomer Griffin Dunne is the perfect...