All 50 Uses of "Toronto" in "A Prayer for Owen Meany" - Auto-generated

Today—January 30, 1987—it is snowing in Toronto; in the dog's opinion, Toronto is improved by snow.†

p. 91.1

Toronto = largest city in Canada

Today—January 30, 1987—it is snowing in Toronto; in the dog's opinion, Toronto is improved by snow.†

p. 91.1

In the snow, the clock tower of Upper Canada College appears to preside over a preparatory school in a small New England town; when it's not snowing, the cars and buses on the surrounding roads are more numerous, the sounds of traffic are less muted, and the presence of downtown Toronto seems closer.†

p. 91.3

Toronto is sober, but not austere; Gravesend is austere, but also pretty; Toronto is not pretty, but in the snow Toronto can look like Gravesend—both pretty and austere.†

p. 91.7

Toronto is sober, but not austere; Gravesend is austere, but also pretty; Toronto is not pretty, but in the snow Toronto can look like Gravesend—both pretty and austere.†

p. 91.7

Toronto is sober, but not austere; Gravesend is austere, but also pretty; Toronto is not pretty, but in the snow Toronto can look like Gravesend—both pretty and austere.†

p. 91.7

In Toronto, it's good for me.†

p. 92.1

I avoid American newspapers and magazines, and American television—and other Americans in Toronto.†

p. 92.2 *

But Toronto is not far enough away.†

p. 92.2

Toronto: February 1, 1987—the Fourth Sunday After Epiphany.†

p. 146.6

"I THINK WE'VE GOT IT RIGHT" Weekdays in Toronto: 8:00 A.M., Morning Prayer; 5:15 P.m., Evening Prayer; Holy Eucharist every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday.†

p. 177.5

Toronto: February 4, 1987—there was almost no one at the Wednesday morning communion service.†

p. 226.1

John: it's something of a joke, you know—how you don't even know your way around Toronto.†

p. 229.4

Toronto: February 5, 1987—Liberace died yesterday; he was sixty-seven.†

p. 271.7

Toronto: April 12, 1987—a rainy Palm Sunday.†

p. 282.7

She's my closest friend in Toronto, now that Canon Campbell is gone; and even though she's my boss, I've been at Bishop Strachan longer than she has.†

p. 284.5

Toronto: April 19, 1987—a humid, summery Easter Sunday.†

p. 286.4

Toronto: May 9, 1987—Gary Hart, a former U.S. senator from Colorado, quit his campaign for the presidency after some Washington reporters caught him shacked up for the weekend with a Miami model; although both the model and the candidate claimed that nothing "immoral" occurred—and Mrs. Hart said that she supported her husband, or maybe it was that she "understood" him—Mr.†

p. 304.7

Toronto: May 11, 1987—I regret that I had the right change to get The Globe and Mail out of the street-corner box; I had three dimes in my pocket, and a sentence in a front-page article proved irresistible.†

p. 311.8

It's sunny again in Toronto today; the fruit trees are blossoming— especially the pears and apples and crab apples.†

p. 312.4

Toronto: May 12, 1987—a sunny, cool day, a good day to mow a lawn.†

p. 316.5

Toronto: May 13, 1987—another gorgeous day, sunny and cool; Mrs. Brocklebank and others of my neighbors who were attacking their dandelions, yesterday, are having a go at their lawns today.†

p. 325.6

Toronto: May 14, 1987—another sunny morning, but rain developing.†

p. 332.1

Toronto: May 30, 1987—I should know better than to read even as much as a headline in The New York Times; although, as I've often pointed out to my students at Bishop Strachan, this newspaper's use of the semicolon is exemplary.†

p. 363.7

It is hot and humid in the summer in Toronto, but I like to watch the sprinklers wetting down the grass on the St. Clair Reservoir; they keep Winston Churchill Park as green as a jungle—all summer long.†

p. 365.7

Toronto: June 9, 1987—after a weekend of wonderful weather here, sunny and clear-skyed and as cool as it is in the fall, I broke down and bought The New York Times; thank God, no one I know saw me.†

p. 369.1

You're in Toronto.†

p. 369.8

Toronto: July 11, 1987—it's been so hot, I wish Katherine would invite me up to her family's island in Georgian Bay; but she has such a large family, I'm sure she's suffered her share of houseguests.†

p. 377.5

Toronto: July 14, 1987—still waiting for my invitation to Georgian Bay; it can't come soon enough.†

p. 388.1

Toronto: July 21, 1987—it is a scorcher in town today.†

p. 391.8

Toronto: July 23, 1987—Katherine invited me to her island; no more stupid newspapers; I'm going to Georgian Bay!†

p. 401.7

Georgian Bay: July 25, 1987—it's a shame you can buy The Globe and Mail and The Toronto Star in Pointe au Baril Station; but, thank God, they don't carry The New York Times!†

p. 427.2

Georgian Bay: July 26, 1987—The Toronto Star says that President Reagan "actually led the first efforts to conceal essential details of his secret arms-for-hostages program and keep it alive after it became public."†

p. 437.5

The Toronto Star added that "the President subsequently made misleading statements about the arms sales"—on four separate occasions!†

p. 437.6

The Toronto Star said the White House was so frustrated by both Congress and the Pentagon that a small, special-forces group within the military was established; and that actual, active-duty American troops fired rockets and machine guns at Nicaraguan soldiers—all this was unknown to the Congress or the Pentagon.†

p. 446.4

There was another story in The Toronto Star, more appropriate to the paradisiacal view of the universe one can enjoy from Georgian Bay.†

p. 446.9

It was a surprise to discover that Toronto wasn't as snowy and cold as New Hampshire—and not nearly as provincial, either.†

p. 460.4

The Americans I ran into in Toronto—even the AMEX organizers, even the deserters—were a whole lot more reasonable than Hester and many other Americans I had known "at home."†

p. 461.3

When I first came to Toronto in '68, I met a few confused and troubled young Americans; I was a little older than most of them—and they certainly seemed no more confused or troubled than many of the Americans I had known at home.†

p. 461.9

It mattered to the Americans I met, and I didn't like how they responded: that I was in Canada by choice, that I was not a fugitive, and that I didn't have to be in Toronto—in my view, this made my commitment more serious; but in their view I was less desperate and, therefore, less serious.†

p. 462.3

My first week in Toronto, I had an interview at Upper Canada College; the whole school made me feel that I'd never left Gravesend Academy!†

p. 462.5

And so the first Canadians I knew were churchgoers—an almost universally helpful lot, and much less confused and troubled than the few Americans I'd met in Toronto (and most Americans I had known at home).†

p. 463.1

For example, I quickly learned to prefer the positions stated by the Toronto Anti-Draft Programme to those more abrasive stances of the Union of American Exiles.†

p. 463.2

The Toronto Anti-Draft Programme favored "assimilation into mainstream Canadian life"; they considered the Union of American Exiles "too political"—by which they meant, too activist, too militantly anti—United States.†

p. 463.2

The object of the Toronto Anti-Draft Programme was to get Americans "assimilated" quickly; they reasoned that we Americans should begin the process of our assimilation by dropping the subject of the United States.†

p. 463.3

I think I know what he would have said to that bullshit that was printed in The Toronto Daily Star; at the time, I thought that bullshit was so right-on-target that I cut it out of the newspaper and taped it to my refrigerator door—December 17, 1970.†

p. 464.1

To quote The Toronto Daily Star: "Unless the young Americans for whom AMEX speaks revise their priorities and put Number Five first, they risk arousing a growing hostility and suspicion among Canadians."†

p. 464.2

DOESN'T THE STUPID TORONTO DAILY STAR KNOW WHO THESE YOUNG AMERICANS IN CANADA ARE?†

p. 464.4

If Hester had been in Toronto then, not even Hester would have been arrested!†

p. 464.8

In the seventies, there were a lot of complaining Americans in Toronto; some of them complained about Canada, too—Canada sold the United States over five hundred million dollars' worth of ammunition and other war supplies, these complainers said.†

p. 465.2

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