Word: woolf
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...behind EBC? Legacy's prospectus states that EBC is owned by Monaco-based businessmen Michael Woolf and Richard MacLellan. TIME has learned that MacLellan is apparently no stranger to Irving Kott: the two men were co-defendants in a suit filed in California last year accusing them of having misappropriated shares of a Canadian company. (The suit was settled, and TIME has no evidence of wrongdoing by any of the defendants...
...play kicks off with Brad addressing what seems to be an empty crib, declaring his plans to leave home with his new girlfriend in a last bid for independence. Immediately, the Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf alarm begins to sound: Is there a dead baby behind this family's dysfunction? Naturally, there is--though this fact isn't fully revealed until the play's climax, it's obvious right from the beginning, and it makes for a pretty flimsy plot device, not to mention a derivative...
...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...
...second meal Woolf describes, at a women's college, consists of a "plain gravy soup," stringy beef "with its attendant greens and potatoes--a homely trinity," prunes "exuding a fluid such as might run in misers' veins who have denied themselves wine and warmth for eighty years and yet not given to the poor," custard to mitigate the prunes and biscuits so dry as to require jugs of water to wash them down. After this unsettling meal, she speculates, "We are all probably going to heaven, and Vandyck is, we hope, to meet us round the next corner--that...
...Woolf draws attention to something that we often forget: Good conversation takes cultivating. It is not enough to meet at a dining hall at 6 p.m., fresh from section or work, and hope to launch into a deep, meaningful or even relaxed conversation. It is not enough to make do with lukewarm corn and limp pasta and hope to foster a night of insights. We must accept that on many nights, Dining Services, no matter how well-intentioned, will not present us with anything more than stringy prunes and plain gravy soup. We must conjure our own culinary havens...