Word: victorians
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
When you enter the office of James D. Chung '88 at 127 Mt. Auburn St., you know that he is no ordinary college student. This gray and white Victorian building across the street from the Post Office isn't luxurious, but it is well-kempt, and Chung's college market consulting firm rents an office there several times larger than most Harvard dorm rooms...
...renovated Victorian warehouse in the Old Port section of Portland, Me., seems an unlikely setting for an investment firm. Instead of having spacious wood-paneled boardrooms adorned with portraits of famous financiers, the modest offices of Tribal Assets Management feature bare brick walls lined with photographs of Indian chiefs in full headgear. But when Tribal Assets speaks, the Passamaquoddy, Chippewa and Cherokee tribes listen. The company has handled investments worth $250 million for Indians across the U.S., bringing Wall Street wizardry to the world of tribal finance...
...Allen Winter was exhibited at the Paris Salon of 1898 and a sculpted version by Jean-Antoine-Marie Idrac won a place of honor at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1893. It was, in other words, a scene that appealed all too strongly to the roving Victorian...
Naipaul's 19th book yields its pleasures slowly. Its plot is essentially the passage of ten years, during which the writer lives in a cottage on the grounds of a Victorian-Edwardian manor in a Wiltshire valley within easy walking distance of Stonehenge and Salisbury Plain. In the beginning he arrives; at the end he goes. In between, this writer (hereafter called, for the sake of convenience, Naipaul) thinks occasionally about the first 18 years of his life in Trinidad, "my insecure past," and the scholarship that took him to Oxford and England, "the other man's country." He reveals...
...drowsing lioness at midday stirs in the grasses under a flat-topped acacia tree. She yawns, and her mouth is an abrupt vision of medieval horrors, of ripping white spikes. And then the mouth closes and she is a smug, serene Victorian dowager. She complacently surveys her young, who sleep near by, and subsides again into her torpor...