Word: blurs
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Dates: during 1980-1980
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Many students also complain that the days tend to blur together because of the redundancy of the daily routine of eat, go to class, study, sleep. "All you do at Wellesley is study--it's taken for granted that you'll be in the library every night and on Sundays," Trippe says. "I thought that the swim team would be an outlet for me, but even with them the big thing is to dress really fast in the locker rooms after meets so that we can get back to the libraries...
...more tragic than the 20th because Larson gives no thought to the women--he just cranks out a banal notation of these girls' eye color, hair length, and extra-curricular activities. The reader can only conclude that Larson really didn't care that much. Women slain in Seattle blur with women bludgeoned, stripped, and abandoned in Salt Lake City, Aspen, and Tallahassee. As the stock descriptions accumulate we get only a sense of the growth of the pile. Death here is only a general, unspecific horror, of numbers and names; unbelievably, the story never knots up into a communication...
...facilities in the U.S. The U.A.W. complained to the National Labor Relations Board, charging that Honda's dress code was being used to block union organizing efforts. The U.A.W. also objects to Hon a's habit of calling its employees "associates," complaining that this is intended to blur labor-management distinctions in the workers' minds...
Sexuality and swords--an ancient metaphor, and one that becomes tiresome about halfway through the evening. Yet it helps create a shaky, violent world in which fact and fiction, murder and loyalty, blur dangerously. When the king's party enter Macbeth's castle to spend the fateful night, young Donalbain screams and falls to the ground with a dagger in his side--just kidding, of course. Banquo's ghost strolls in and pours himself a nice, long draught (rather bloody, actually) at Macbeth's banquet. The messenger warning Lady Macduff of impending doom tries to seduce her after her moody...
...that his own book may help remedy. A single passage by Evelyn Waugh in Labels is more than enough to justify all that roaming around that so many did: "I do not think I shall ever forget the sight of Etna at sunset; the mountain almost invisible in a blur of pastel grey, glowing on the top and then repeating its shape, as though reflected, in a wisp of grey smoke with the whole horizon behind radiant with pink light, fading gently into a grey pastel sky. Nothing I have seen in Art or Nature was quite so revolting...