Word: wiper
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Manhattan's scintillating La Caravelle restaurant, while her Secret Service escort went around the corner for a less Lucullan lunch. Their rented Mercury stayed put in a "no parking-tow away" zone. Along came Patrolman Joseph Polly, and by the time Lynda had finished her meal the windshield wiper wore a green $15 parking ticket...
Night. Rain. Pavement squeegeed dry by tires of car ahead. NEW ENGLAND KEEP LEFT, chk-chk-chk from cars in opposite lanes, their headlights spaced out evenly by expert tailgating. Radio: "Hurricane Betsy is acting up again." Sensation of pleasant tension, smooth-pumping pistons, wiper-rhythm. WARNING SPEED CHECKED BY RADAR. Needle's right on 65. Cops make allowances. "Hey nonny nonny and a Ballantine beer." PAY TOLL AHEAD. Get out EXACT CHANGE. Hands resting lightly on wheel. "You don't believe-we're on the eve-of destruction." LINCOLN...
...industry is also considering such ideas as wiper blades for headlights, autoguide devices on the front bumper that pick up signals from the highway's shoulder and guide the car, and G.M.'s completely automatic highway. But the automakers are in no hurry to rush new safety equipment to the market, and they are unlikely to move any faster on their own. One reason: installation of all the safety options already available would add $1,000 to the cost of the average...
...longer afraid of time," played Vexations 75 times himself, then retired to sleep soundly on a foam-rubber pad down in the basement. But those who sat through the whole thing found themselves deeply enriched by the experience. The pianists were all transfixed by the music's windshield-wiper logic, and while each played his 20-minute turn (15 Vexations), the relief pianist stood by the piano, cultivating his interior immobility. "This kind of music," said one communicant, "leads toward the elimination of conscious control...
...flaccid with maundering soliloquies of the hero, a professor of literature who is awakening gummy-eyed from a dark night of the soul. Baker never writes a noun without leashing a seeing-eye adjective to it, never overlooks a cliché, never fails to labor an image ("The windshield wiper describing its captive arc back and forth, back and forth, like that descending knife in the story of the pit and the pendulum...