Word: ponderously
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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DURING THE EARLY years of the Second World War, Vladimir Nabokov wrote a short story called "The Enchanter," describing a cynical jeweler's predatory lust for an enticing violet-eyed girl of 12. Dissatisfied with the piece, Nabokov abandoned the manuscript. But he continued to ponder over the theme, finally returing to it 10 years later when he wrote Lolita...
...Harvard. Lazarus dealt with the doubts and worries that some Harvard students feel, yet in writing with that goal in mind, he neglected to show that for every Harvard student of Asian descent who has such preoccupations, there is another Asian American here at Harvard who does not ponder his "Asian-ness versus American-ness...
...home in Bangor, Me., King recently took time away from the IBM Selectric to ponder his role as the Master of Pop Dread. In It he observes, "All writers have a pipeline which goes down into the subconscious. But the man or woman who writes horror stories has a pipeline that goes further, maybe . . . into the sub-subconscious, if you like." King's sub-subconscious started working overtime when he was scarcely out of infancy. In an eerie resemblance to his spiritual ancestor Poe, King was also deserted by his father in infancy. At the age of four the lonely...
...concern. Says NBC Anchorman Tom Brokaw: "The drug story reached critical mass. It kept building up and up in almost volcanic fashion. My own guess is that the population of users is much larger than the DEA is led to believe." Yet the debate caused some news executives to ponder whether they were having unintended impact. Acknowledged ABC News Senior Vice President Richard Wald: "Has the press hyped the drug story? Piece by piece, no. But the cumulative fact of everybody paying attention to the same story at the same time certainly has a heightening effect...
...fashionable trend toward miniaturization and microplots. Her characters stubbornly refuse to trudge like zombies through brief but nonetheless tedious interludes. They do not act like literary artifacts or wan verbal gestures toward ennui. They behave, instead, as if they had all the time and space imaginable to lead and ponder their complicated lives. Each of the eleven pieces in The Progress of Love seems to contain enough material for a fair-sized novel; Munro's art of compression emphasizes amplitudes rather than economies...