Word: woodenness
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...several of the stoppers out? I thought. Inside there would be black churning depths like bile, or bitter medicine." But it is his wary view of the adult world that lingers. Even a Punch and Judy show has an ominous significance: when Punch "began hitting the baby with hard wooden thuds I felt its skull crack and knew that none of us were safe while grown-ups thought that this sort of thing was funny...
Tree houses are generally thought of as rickety wooden hangouts for kids or the Swiss Family Robinson. But increasingly, adults are muscling in on the act, seeking not only quiet and solitude in nature's bosom, but creature comforts, too. The construction of wooden aeries is branching into new and bespoke areas: a number of European companies are offering solidly constructed, customized treetop retreats which, for prices from $15,000, may be designed to fit almost any species of tree...
Tree houses are generally thought of as rickety wooden hangouts for kids or the Swiss Family Robinson. But increasingly, adults are muscling in on the act, seeking not only quiet and solitude in nature's bosom, but creature comforts, too. The construction of wooden aeries is branching into new and bespoke areas: a number of European companies are offering solidly constructed, customized treetop retreats which, for prices from $15,000, may be designed to fit almost any species of tree. While all arboreal dwellings are a treat for the senses - there's the smell of freshly cut timber, the creak...
Summers typically sits on a high wooden chair in the front of the room, at the head of a round table with Dean of the College Benedict H. Gross ’71 and Dean of the Faculty William C. Kirby to his left and right. At Gross’ left sits outgoing Dean of the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences Peter T. Ellison...
...Yard where one night freshman year some friends and I began a makeshift Primal Scream, half-naked, more drunk on life than on someone’s moonshine, gleefully befriending everyone we traipsed past; the one where earlier this year I and others made fruit juice atop a wooden press that my friend had constructed beneath the oak trees; the Yard where one night this year a dance party paraded, fueled by hundreds of portable radios; or the Yard through which a ragtag bunch marched with a bizarre, colorful, 10-foot fabric cube in the first snowfall of the year?...