Word: dears
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...letter, said to have been handed to Berlinguer by a Soviet embassy official in late December, begins "Dear Comrades" and signs off with "Fraternal Greetings"-but that is the extent of the cordiality. Taking a swipe at the inde pendent Polish unions, the message accuses Berlinguer's party of disloyalty for siding with them. The P.C.I. 's December communique, it noted, did not "support the socialism that actually exists in Poland but shows solidarity with those forces that have unleashed a real and serious offensive against Polish socialism." Sounding a familiar chord, the Soviet party leadership wondered...
...fell back on complimenting his irony. But irony is not what Hannah is up to. Irony is simply juxtapositioning opposites--a false stance adopted by too many poor writers. It is a higher form of advertising; one flashes on garbage and someone says, "Nice day for a picnic, dear." It is the last bastion of the ineloquent and the terminally stupid. Only Hannah can get away with a line in a love story like "I want to sleep in her uterus with my foot hanging...
...statistics to her, rather than individuals. When an interviewer recently pressed her about a seeming lack of sympathy, Thatcher replied sharply, "It's like a nurse looking after an ill patient. Which is the better nurse ?the one who smothers the patient with sympathy and says, 'Never mind, dear. Just lie back. I'll look after you.' Or the one who says, 'Now, come on. Shake out of it. I know you had an operation yesterday. It's time you put your feet to the ground and took a few steps.' Which do you think is the better nurse...
...actual release, noted Dorothea Morefield of San Diego, whose husband is consul general of the captive U.S. embassy: "Everybody's walking around with their fingers crossed." Said Susan Cooke of Memphis about her hostage son Donald: "I just want to grab him and hang on for dear life...
...Dear Jake: Yes. And also hazardous...