Word: discreeter
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...does not matter what your name is, and we do not look at your passport." A come-on from a discreet Swiss bank offering numbered accounts? Not exactly. This pledge of secrecy is part of a new advertising campaign in Europe to lure foreign money to a bank in Hungary...
...dollars or so per line, they are the natural outlet of the discreet, the sincere and the sensitive, all seeking kindred spirits for meaningful relationships. Classified love ads, once relegated primarily to nonmainstream papers like New York City's Village Voice and the sex magazines, are now blossoming almost everywhere. In the ad columns of at least 100 magazines and newspapers, even in dailies like the Chicago Tribune, armies of hopeful DWMs and SWFS seek mergers as POSSLQs (translation: divorced white males and single white females wish to unite as persons of the opposite sex sharing living quarters...
...cash in on the national hunger for books that help you get thin? Well, not quite. The man with such readiness to demonstrate his exercise techniques (in addition to body rolls, he suggests two types of sit-ups), and with imminent publishing plans, is Michael Deaver, the normally discreet and least noticeable of President Reagan's top aides. He recently lost 33 lbs. (from 183 lbs. on his 5-ft. 7-in. frame). He intends to reveal the details of his White House regimen for tightening belts, even as the federal deficit grows ever fatter, in a ghostwritten book...
...about public morality, and he still couldn't get elected dogcatcher. But he is no longer a pariah. Reporters from the New York Times, television interviewers from CBS, and TIME too, seek his views on an area where he has expertise, the Soviet Union and China. Discreet in his criticism of Reagan, he seeks for himself a new role as moderate senior statesman...
...ecstasy. As it happens, the film's real-life writers, Valerie Curtin and Barry (Diner) Levinson, are married. The picture is a skewed documentary about two professionals working hard to be both witty and romantic. This time they worked too hard. In an attempt, perhaps, to place a discreet distance between confession and comedy, they allowed the tone of their script to become jarringly uneven. Barnard Hughes and Jessica Tandy, as Paula's parents, are repositories of senile pathos; Audra Lindley, as Richard's mom, is a shtik figureggressively annoying the next, with sutures provided by background music that never...