Even when couples share more equitably in the work at home, women do two-thirds of the daily jobs at home, like cooking and cleani...ng up--jobs that fix them into a rigid routine. Most women cook dinner and most men change the oil in the family car. But dinner needs to be prepared every evening around six o'clock, whereas the car oil needs to be changed every six months, any day around that time, any time that day.... Men thus have more control over when they make their contributions than women do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The man who would change the name of Arkansas is the original, iron-jawed, brass-mouthed, copper-bellied corpse-maker from the wil...ds of the Ozarks! He is the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam'd by an earthquake, half-brother to the cholera, nearly related to the smallpox on his mother's side!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In one way an oil boom is a mighty bad thing, because it gets into your blood and almost becomes an obsession. Booms are filled wi...th excitement, adventure, and drama, but sometimes the exit from the scene must be made between suns on a pair of mighty weary feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Science and Technology revolutionize our lives, but memory, tradition and myth frame our response. Expelled from individual consci...ousness by the rush of change, history finds its revenge by stamping the collective unconscious with habits, values, expectations, dreams. The dialectic between past and future will continue to form our lives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made;... Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I hear them--ding-dong bell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Eat what you can get. Where's the salt... in this dump of a village? And, Lucky Man, what's the use of a salty thing if there's no oil in it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And Change with hurried hand has swept these scenes: The woods have fallen, across the meadow-lot... The hunter's trail and trap-path is forgot, And fire has drunk the swamps of evergreens; Yet for a moment let my fancy plant These autumn hills again: the wild dove's haunt, The wild deer's walk: in golden umbrage shut,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dear, if you change, I'll never choose again; Sweet, if you shrink, I'll never think of love;... Fair, if you fail, I'll judge all beauty vain; Wise, if too weak, moe wits I'll never prove.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »