Word: candlelight
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Even the name Vienna sets up resonances that belong to the past: candlelight, slow waltz music, fiacres, lindentree parks, the Danube and the Prater -a capital jewel in the crown of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, doomed to obliteration by transitional winds. The old Vienna has its surviving spirits, none sturdier than Heimito von Doderer, at 70 Austria's foremost novelist. A courtly and playful Viennese, Von Doderer remembers with fondness the city as it was half a century ago. The Waterfalls of Slunj is his love song to that twilight time, the first of an intended four-volume epic...
...were a number of unplanned pregnancies." Said Dr. Christopher Tietze, research director of the National Committee on Maternal Health: "If it should be true, I would think it's partly because people may have had trouble finding their accustomed contraceptives." A brand-new father explained: "It was the candlelight." Said an anonymous official of the Planned Parenthood Federation of America: "All the substitutes for sex-meetings, lectures, card parties, theaters, saloons-were eliminated that night. What else could they...
...didn't want people telling my child after I died, 'What a pianist your father might have been!' " In 1934, he took his family to a mountain cottage in southeastern France, rented an old upright piano and set it up in a nearby stable. Often playing by candlelight, Rubinstein labored for three months, working as much as nine hours a day, polishing his technique and repertory. The discipline took. Into his fingers he poured his long-suffocated musical genius; it began to open like a long-forgotten well. And then, he says, "It was like that line in My Fair...
...fluttering candle, a tall solemn priest sits bowed above a resplendent manuscript in his solitary scriptorium. On the table before him lie vials of red and blue and purple inks, pots of honey-colored glue, sheets of gold leaf, and reams of creamy antique vellum glowing golden in the candlelight. Only the scratching of a quill interrupts the rich religious silence as the priest pursues his labor of love...
...island, it's a desert," snarled a tobacconist. "They're trying to make a graveyard," complained Restaurateur Otello Caporicci, "out of the historical center of Rome." The aggrieved merchants banded together, turned out the lights in their shopwindows in protest. Some restaurants even served food by candlelight. Meanwhile, outside the island, traffic piled up on the perimeter in an angry, tooting wall of vehicles, often preventing even buses and taxis from getting into the island, where they belonged...