Word: crave
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...quickly realize why it's sometimes easier to defend free speech when no one hears it. The N.R.A. is about power. It gets it by whipping its members to a frenzy of antigovernment paranoia. It holds their attention and picks their wallets by flaunting its control over politicians who crave its approval or fear its wrath or just want its campaign money. And it very clearly won't relinquish even an iota of its influence without a fight...
...TIMES IN MY LIFE, I feel it is important to give back to the community in which I live. At other times, gosh, I really crave that Abercrombie & Fitch blue and green plaid shirt that I lost in January. One day last week, I was able to combine both of these desires...
...those who crave fashion, Robert Altman's "Ready to Wear" serves up a multi-course feast. If you're the kind who rises early on Saturday mornings to watch "Style" with Elsa Klensch, you'll gorge yourself with celebrity sightings, feeling very in-the-know when you recognize Sonia Rykiel's signature red hair across a crowded room. However, those who think Gaultier is a sort of scruffy beard will find "Pret-a-Porter" about as filling as a stingy hors d'oeuvre tray...
...biggest fear is that the retreating forces will have to fight their way out. Commanders from both Bosnian and Serbian camps crave the U.N.'s light tanks and armored vehicles, which the peacekeepers have vowed to take with them. The Serbs could fire down on the departing columns as they move along the mountain roads. Snipers and artillery could harass convoys ambushed at roadblocks. There are dozens of bridges and tunnels along the way from Sarajevo to the coast, all vulnerable to sabotage. NATO would fight back with armed helicopters, asserting control over localized chunks of the heights while...
...diary, who wins the Sylvia Plath Prize for the most achingly sensitive poem. Even her anthems (the up- tempo House of Cards and Jubilee) have the feel of requiems. The title song chides the middle class for its double-entry morality: "We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner suite,/ We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt." John Doe No. 24 is the poignant testament of a blind, deaf boy found on an Illinois street in 1945. And he's not the only lonely one. In Chapin Country, we're all displaced persons...