Word: corridors
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...gulf was now so wide that none of the photos taken of the ceremony by White House Photographer Cecil Stoughton showed "the presence of a single male Kennedy aide." Indeed, Manchester says that Mary Gallagher, Mrs. Kennedy's personal secretary, watched Kenneth O'Donnell "pacing the corridor like a caged tiger, his hands clapped over his ears as though to block the oath...
...Boston commuter," promised American Airlines' full-page ads. American, hoping for some relief itself, was touting its fancy new Boston-New York Jet Express service, which begins this week. Once king of the route, the airline is challenging the upstart that has virtually swept the rich Northeast Corridor since 1961: Eastern Air Lines' pinchpenny but popular Air-Shuttle...
Along the craggy coastline of Honshu stretches the "Tokaido corridor," pegged at one end by Tokyo and at the other by Kobe. Within its compass lie Japan's six largest cities and an urban-industrial complex that produces 67% of its manufactured goods-along with most of the problems of identity and adaptation found in today's Japanese society. Under the chill gaze of sacred Mount Fuji, a man-made morass of concrete, steel and glass belches smoke and grime in a manner quite contradictory to the verses of the 8th century poet Akahito Yamabe, who wrote...
Nearly half of Japan's 98 million citizens live within the Tokaido corridor. Yet there are patches of refreshing relief from the pressures of mankind: groves of gracefully pirouetting pines, solemn stands of cedar, miniaturized terraces redolent of tangerines and tea. A bone-rattling bus ride from Nagoya can put a harried city dweller aboard a boat on the Gifu River, where-with a giant bottle of sake and the boon companionship of a river geisha-he can watch the cormorant fisherman sweep downstream...
...before Russian, "now drift with a slow-motioned slouch across the remotest backdrop of my memory." On the Nord-Express, "I saw a city, with its toylike trams, linden trees and brick walls, enter the compartment, hobnob with the mirrors, and fill to the brim the windows on the corridor side." A telephone number rises from the welter of years: "What would happen if I put in a long-distance call from my desk right now? No answer? No such number? No such country?" Highest Rank. No such country. The present has deservedly rewarded Nabokov, now 67, whose novels...