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Word: chested (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...chopper, walked down the trail, and immediately saw bodies," he recalls. "Suddenly, the reality of war was driven home." Less than a year later, while trying to lead a company of reluctant Vietnamese soldiers up a hill near Con Thien, he was struck in the chest by a Viet Cong bullet that severed his spine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Wounds That Will Not Heal | 7/13/1981 | See Source »

...overweight jogger clutches his chest and sinks painfully to the sand, his ticker in mortal distress. He will lie there-at first in pain, later in death-for most of S. O. B. That is because it is his misfortune to have been taking his exercise in the world capital of self-absorption, the beach at Malibu, where movie people tend their tans, mend their deals and bend their minds with all sorts of curious additives. Dying is something that happens to your friend's act in Vegas or your rival's picture in Gotham. It is acceptable...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Biting the Hand of Hollywood | 7/13/1981 | See Source »

Coke paraphernalia are openly displayed in "head shops" such as Washington's Pleasure Chest and Lady Snow's in Hollywood. Artifacts include gleaming jade cutting stones, gold razor blades to chop the coke crystals and tiny brown bottles for sniffing (an antique gold Tiffany snuff bottle capable of holding two grams sold for $28,000 in Beverly Hills last year to an Iranian). Items like silver and gold sniffing spoons are flaunted on chains around the users' necks. The process of spreading the coke on a table in "lines" for sniffing is as elaborate and careful...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cocaine: Middle Class High | 7/6/1981 | See Source »

...this just couldn't happen! I seized Venus by a hind leg in either hand and began to whirl her round and round my head. Sometimes higher, sometimes lower, but attaining a remarkable speed as I put all my strength into the swing... At last, the chest wall gave a heave and the eyes blinked...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Marcus Welby of the Barnyard | 6/29/1981 | See Source »

...could not get that sort of thing off his chest once in a while, he might lose his self-control. Without letters the London Times would be devoid of its liveliest pages; there would be no great literary epistles like Pope's to "Dr. Arbuthnot"no epistolary novels like Pamela and Clarissa-a minor loss, but a loss nonetheless, the loss of a form. That is what a letter is, after all: a literary form, like a sonnet. It is not as defined as a sonnet. Still one looks for things to be said in letters that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: Don't Write Any Letters | 6/22/1981 | See Source »

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