Word: silents
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Whisky Information Center in the U.S. concluded that single-malt fanciers are younger, more affluent and better educated than drinkers of blended Scotch. "People may be drinking less," says Peter Smith, the center's director, "but they are savoring more." Connoisseurs may eventually have more malts to savor. Several "silent" (mothballed) distilleries have lately sprung back to life. And next month Schenley < Affiliated Brands, an American subsidiary of Britain's United Distillers (Guinness), takes over U.S. distribution of six U.D.(G.)-owned malts. As a quick guide to the range of malt tastes, Schenley will sell them not just...
...better-known opening lines in American literature: "A screaming comes across the sky." Thus begins Gravity's Rainbow (1973), the mammoth and, to many, impenetrable novel that established Thomas Pynchon as the most important and mysterious writer of his generation. While his cult exfoliated, the author mostly remained silent; Slow Learner, a collection of five previously published stories, appeared in 1984. Now, at last, comes Vineland, Pynchon's first novel in nearly 17 years, and the faithful can again begin the quest for runic meanings, preferably hidden. And right up at the top of the second page of text, something...
Interesting the past two decades have been. Also turbulent, irritating, at times humiliating and occasionally frightening. As one of a handful of prominent Prague intellectuals who chose neither to flee nor to fall silent but to fight back, Havel was jailed three times for a total of almost five years on the flimsiest of charges. One four-month stretch was served in a cell 12 ft. by 7 ft., which he shared with a burglar. A second imprisonment ended when he nearly died of pneumonia that was neglected, perhaps deliberately, by prison doctors. His last internment, four months...
...Until now silence has been the only form of honesty, but today we cannot be silent any longer. We are being drowned in the torrent of applause from a claque; suffocated in the sewage of lethargy and sunk in the superidealized cesspool...