Everything was the baby — the sad, silent journey back and forth to Hopkins, the empty evenings, the spike of fear every time a phone rang.
Suppose religion were abolished; less dramatically, suppose it simply withers away in the west, so that in north America and Europe all the Christians and Muslims die off, and their children drift into atheism while the missionaries huddle, sobbing, around cups of cocoa in their empty evenings.
Fifty years ago Peeping Tom was the "beastly" (Financial Times), "dreadful" (Sunday Dispatch), "corrupt and empty" (Evening Standard), "perverted nonsense" (Daily Worker) that put paid to Michael Powell's career as the greatest non-exiled director this country has ever produced.
Well, Digg's offices were empty most evenings.
Mr. Jasperse's new "Giant Empty," an evening-long quartet to a sound design and mix by Michael Floyd, explores how personal internal and external spaces relate to and are affected by the spaces that surround and contain us.
Usually busy shops and restaurants are empty on many evenings, while hotels report that people are cancelling their visits.
For a period, I dropped out altogether, abandoning my A levels, to spend long, empty afternoons and evenings with my friends dreaming up elaborate plans for the future: we wanted to form a band, but we couldn't be bothered to learn any instruments.
The prescribed capacity of 10,000 however felt ambitious, as all stages were at best half full and at worse painfully empty in the evenings, filling up only much later in the morning.
Almost all recipes call for cheddar, but I suspect that's simply because it's what most of us keep in the house – and rarebit is a very Sunday-evening, empty fridge type of dish.
Across Ocean Avenue, the beach is wide, calm, clean and not nearly as crowded as we expected even at noon; in the early morning and late evenings it empties out save a few fishermen, gulls and flocks of manic sanderlings playing chicken in the surf.
DUNNING CASSIE TERMAN AND SHINICHI MOMO KOGA Ms. Terman, who worked for 14 years with Ruth Zaporah, and Mr. Koga, a Butoh dancer, filmmaker and director, will enter the empty stage and build an evening-long work from their first gestures in 'The Smallest Country: Duet Improvisation.' Tomorrow and Sunday at 8 p.m., Center for Remembering and Sharing, 123 Fourth Avenue, Manhattan, (510) 91510883.
