Word: armes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...daughter is locked away in an asylum where they pump chemicals into her brain, the horror and self-loathing Maria experiences in the course of a routinely blase abortion-alone? To escape, or perhaps just to survive, Maria "fixed her imagination on a needle dripping sodium pentathlon into her arm.... When that failed she imagined herself driving, conceived audacious lane changes, strategic shifts of gear, the Hollywood to the San Bernadino and straight out, past Barstow, past Baker, driving straight on into the hard white empty core of the world." Again, the desert. It all leads back to the nothing...
...that leaves Blankenship as the most likely candidate to start early in the season. He is fairly well poised and has an adequate, though not awesome, arm. But he has little experience-49 minutes of varsity play-not enough to earn a letter last year. Yov-icsin may not make up his mind definitely until the opener with Northeastern on the last weekend of September, and he may not decide even then. And if the Crimson is forced to shuffle signal-callers again, as it had to last year, the offense may never achieve stability...
Starting end Chris Doyle, who logged more playing time than any man on the squad last year, is the sole experienced player at his position. Sophomore Phil Robinson quit the squad after a few days of practice. Fred Martcucci, who was being switched from safety to end, broke his arm on the first day of contact. Phil Peters and Howie Keenan are both injured. That leaves sophomores Mike McHugh and John Ambrozaitis to fight for the other starting spot, and no one behind them...
...which he held by one wing. He did this three times, each time very slowly. So the audience might be jarred to understand. Then, holding the box in one hand, he flourished the other and pulled a lighter out of a pocket. He held it up, slowly raising his arm...
...stand in small group, mostly men, mostly shouting. I want to be calm and reasonable and explain. "I'm a third child; where would I be now if my mother had an abortion?" someone calls. Very old man next to me takes my arm. "You're selling yourself out, lady. Make them take out the garbage, do the dirty work... you're selling yourself out." He shakes his head. I try to tell him, yes, I would take out the garbage, and yes, I'm willing to be eligible to fight immoral wars as long...