Word: window
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...angered and saddened this evening when I walked through Harvard Square to see the huge poster in your window of Oliver North, proclaiming "Lt. Col. Oliver North: a Real American." Choosing to sell this poster showed bad judgment. Choosing to so proudly and prominently display it showed more than bad judgment--it showed gross moral insensitivity...
...repertoire," he says when the coughing subsides. "Schubert, Beethoven and Brahms sonatas. Life and art are inseparable -- you love it and you give it away." He rises from bed and slowly walks to his piano, sits and begins a short piece by Leos Janacek. He opens the nearest window and begins playing with more authority, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, a hand poised dramatically to flourish over the keys. His eyes open again, and now they glow like coals from beneath the white ridges of his skull. At the finish, some color has returned to his face. "There...
Like most people in Charlesville, a tiny (pop. 77) fishing community in southwestern Nova Scotia, Janice Hines is usually up shortly after sunrise. One morning last week, however, she rose at 3, awakened prematurely by her dog's barking. As she looked out the window, she saw an amazing sight. There, on the road in front of her house, were dozens of men, many of them bearded and wearing turbans. As she watched in astonishment, they began chanting, "Hello, hello. Refugees!" Recalls Hines: "They were well dressed. They had suitcases, attache cases and plastic tote bags. They looked almost like...
...That's life." No wonder the film was almost rated X for violence; it is crazy in love with the imagination of disaster. It wants to caress the special effect of one man whose hand has been blown off, and send another crashing in loving slo-mo through the window of a 95th-floor executive suite. RoboCop blows up real good...
...finding the pieces and hoping they fit. Rusty, who is the narrator as well as the central character, has been at his job long enough to sound persuasively disillusioned. He describes working conditions in the prosecutor's offices: "In the summer we labor in jungle humidity, with the old window units rattling over the constant clamor of the telephones. In the winter the radiators spit and clank while the hint of darkness never seems to leave the daylight. Justice in the Middle West...