Word: linearity
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...brown, grey and yellow panels on which the prints are exhibited harmonize with the paper colors of the prints themselves and quietly offset the black etched lines. The subtle installation does not distract the viewer in his investigation of the intricate linear designs...
...Uptight feel compelled to warn our clients about the subversive, scandalous and salacious advertising campaign currently being conducted by some of our competitors. I am referring specifically to ads in the local press that show two attractive young ladies coquettishly cavorting in what is variously described as a "linear jumpsuit" and a "turtle sock," but might more accurately be called an "allover nothing...
...such company, of course, is conducting any such campaign. If it were, the campaign would obviously fail. In the two weeks since Manhattan's B. Altman & Co. first advertised its version of the peekaboo "linear jumpsuit," the store has been selling them so fast that it already has ordered 1,200 more. Other retailers report similarly spectacular sales. Customer comments range from the predictable ("It's divine" "It's the uniform for the '70s") to the profane (the garments fit so tightly that getting into one is a chore). Women who feel that the sheer suit...
This revelation, of course, is far from satisfactory as a means of communicating Muggeridge's experience. So, most often, is the linear description of any overwhelming emotional experience, as anyone will know who has rashly attempted to describe even so much as a disturbing dream. Gallantly trying to explain "the marvel of his experience . . . fitfully glimpsed, inadequately expounded but ever present," Muggeridge vainly invokes Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, Blake and Bunyan, St. Augustine and Simone Weil. We respect but may not share his feeling that Christ himself once was with him and the BBC television crew on the road...
Gross raises such questions in a wide-ranging epilogue, answering them all with a graceful, regretful, thoroughly qualified "maybe." He more or less accepts the McLuhanite theory that the art of communication is passing from the straight, hard linear man of the Gutenberg Galaxy into the noisy psychedelic womb of sound, sensation, sniff, touch and hash. But he does not accept it gladly, and the later stars in the Caxton Constellation (an English group in Gutenberg's inky way) do much to disprove his own thesis. Paradoxically, too, so will his book itself, at least temporarily, if it achieves...