Word: window
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...surfeit arises from the sheer size of the show. Its catalog lists 748 items, ranging from a corroded metal pen to a whole stained-glass lancet window from Canterbury Cathedral. It covers manuscripts, paintings, maps, jewelry, seals, coins, heraldry, enamelwork, ceramics, armor, textiles, architecture and a great deal more besides. It traces the patronage of five Plantagenet kings and has a lot to say about how works of art were commissioned by the nobility and the great merchants, executed by their makers and read by the audience. It wanders off into didactic byways and outlines, among other things, the changing...
...gathering gloom may not be apparent to the expected 17.5 million visitors to New York this year. The city's jangling geometry is still energizing, the shops tantalizing, the street life mesmerizing. But New York is like the wedding cake in a bakery window: an exquisite excess of spun sugar covering a cardboard core. Beneath Manhattan's sheen is the New York of endemic corruption, failing schools, and racial tensions, a polarized city of 7.3 million where the megarich in stretch limousines look away from the 1.8 million living in poverty, more than 50,000 of them homeless. The city...
...Babbitt's van races through Iowa under a steely sky, he gazes out the window and sighs. For a moment there is a lingering wistfulness, a remote sadness, for all the missed meals and family separations. But no one is forcing him to continue. In the end, there is only one reason why he made the painful decision to miss for the first time going trick-or-treating with his sons. There was the distant hope, still visible to him on the Iowa horizon, that he would have to miss Halloween only one more time -- next year, as he heads...
...defecated in her clothes. When a psychiatrist offered her a bag lunch, she threw it back. "Billie Boggs," she called herself, after a local television personality. She cooed over babies and hurled abuse at black men. Sometimes she sang. A favorite: How Much Is That Doggie in the Window...
...looking for a place to sleep when I happened to notice that the lights were on in the home of my close personal friend, Jeffrey J. Wise. Thinking to ask to crash on his rug, I shinnied up the drainpipe, forced the window lock, and climbed into his bedroom. But, alas, he was not there. What I did find, however, was much more intriguing...