Word: whitest
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Room of One's Own, Woolf contrasts two meals. The first, at a men's college, consists of soles in "the whitest cream," partridges "with all their retinue of sauces and salads," potatoes "thin as coins but not so hard," and a "confection which rose all sugar from the waves" for dessert. The meal produces a conviction in all those gathered that "We are all going to heaven and Vandyck is of the company--in other words, how good life seemed, how sweet its rewards, how trivial this grudge or that grievance, how admirable friendship and the society...
...this weekend, as the urge to go out to dinner comes over you, consider what moves you. Is it steak, dripping in its own juice? It is chicken marsala with mushrooms? Is it soles in the whitest cream? Discover your passion, and follow...
This public approval prompted Hopper to return to painting in the 1920s. According to the exhibition text, Hopper declared, "After I took up etching, my painting seemed to crystallize." And his etchings make perfect sense within the development of his work: by using the whitest paper and darkest ink available, he achieves a high contrast which evokes the stark, lonely quality of his paintings. The subject matter and mood anticipate those of his more renowned work: American streets and window scenes in which the human figures seem merely part of the still and vastly solitary environment...
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO, WAUSAU, WISCONSIN, WAS HOMOGENEOUS AND COMPLACENT, among the whitest of cities in the country. No longer: beginning in the late 1970s, local churches began sponsoring displaced refugees from the wars in Southeast Asia, allowing them to settle in Wausau. As a result, the town (pop. 38,000) is now 15% Hmong, a people native to the mountains of Indochina who speak a language that until the 1950s had no written form...
...present. "I'm almost serene," he said to Bragg. "I can celebrate life. Below my window there's an apple tree in blossom. It's white. And looking at it -- instead of saying, 'Oh, that's a nice blossom' -- now, looking at it through the window, I see the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be. The nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous. If you see the present tense -- boy, do you see it. And boy, do you celebrate...