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Word: craps (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...strangest pitch that anyone threw this summer in Bull Durham was a curve ball that Kevin Costner delivered to Susan Sarandon. In the midst of a romantic face-off, he announced that "the novels of Susan Sontag are self- indulgent, overrated crap." Sarandon was so surprised -- Who was talking literature? -- that it took a few scenes before she hit the pitch back: "I think Susan Sontag is brilliant!" So there. Alerted by friends to this great debate, the flesh-and-blood Sontag left Bull Durham off her must-see list. She well remembered watching a French-Canadian film, The Decline...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SUSAN SONTAG: Stand Aside, Sisyphus | 10/24/1988 | See Source »

...Allan Bloom ((author of The Closing of the American Mind)) is a brilliant man, very good for higher education. But much too despairing. He doesn't see the happiness and spontaneity of American life. I hate that prissy crap where he's anti-rock 'n' roll...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Preacher, Teacher, Gadfly William Bennett Is Leaving | 7/18/1988 | See Source »

Once the Dins had promoted the idea, by postering and word-of-mouth, Piedmont actually offered to donate a few round-trip tickets and t-shirts to the cause. But self-styled Stuff Manager Bruce Condit and the others decided that "crap for everyone was better than a few good doorprizes...

Author: By Jeffrey S. Packer, | Title: Free for All | 4/22/1988 | See Source »

...easy," says an unnamed 411 supervisor. "People expect us to know what they want just by saying a few words. And the ratio of `polite callers' to...um...`others' is just about half and half." It's a crap shoot, and the only surprises are unpleasant ones...

Author: By Paul R. Simms, | Title: Almost Quitting Time | 12/15/1987 | See Source »

...then I arrived at Harvard and met people who liked the color black and who smoked imported cigarettes--none of this domestic cowboy Marlboro crap. They understood--really understood--James Joyce on a first reading. I met a girl named Anastasia who had a vaguely European-sounding accent and had spent the last four years studying in Paris, London, Madrid, Rome, Venice, Florence, Sydney and other assorted exotic cities. She wore a mauve beret and it actually looked good...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Coffee Is A State Of Mind | 10/23/1987 | See Source »

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