Summer involves going down as a steep flight of steps To a narrow ledge over the water. Is this it, then,... This iron comfort, these reasonable taboos, Or did you mean it when you stopped? And the face Resembles yours, the one reflected in the water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fanta...sies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pale and pinched-up faces hovered about the windows where was tempting food; hungry eyes wandered over the profusion guarded by on...e thin sheet of brittle glass--an iron wall to them; half-naked shivering figures stopped to gaze at Chinese shawls and golden stuffs of India.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In colonial America, the father was the primary parent. . . . Over the past two hundred years, each generation of fathers has had ...less authority than the last. . . . Masculinity ceased to be defined in terms of domestic involvement, skills at fathering and husbanding, but began to be defined in terms of making money. Men had to leave home to work. They stopped doing all the things they used to do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the shift from direct democracy to representational democracy, the printed book became an embodiment of thought for the physica...lly absent author; and so the popular art form of the popular book and the pamphlet re-presented ideas and contributed to the public space of political philosophies of the Enlightenment. Television, however, now brings forth this new kind of public space, and it calls into being this new world, not of the educated citizenry in a republic, but of the electropeasantry in the state of Entertainment. Recall how people stopped singing in pubs when they brought in the TV set, and you will appreciate the new passivity in which people stop voting for their representatives as TV takes over the electoral campaigns.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I was at work that morning. Someone came riding like mad Over the bridge and up the road--Farmer Rouf's little lad.... Bareback he rode; he had no hat; he hardly stopped to say, "Morgan's men are coming, Frau, they're galloping on this way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »