Word: dreadfulness
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John," he replies, but my friends call me: Jack. We hear an ominous ripping sound, as the girls slides to the ground, dead. The dread Jack the Ripper has struck again...
...President-elect wanted my views on the policy problems before him. Chapin took me to a large living room and told me that the President-elect would be with me soon. I did not know then that Nixon was painfully shy. Meeting new people filled him with vague dread, especially if they were in a position to rebuff or contradict him. As was his habit before such appointments, Nixon was probably in an adjoining room settling his nerves and reviewing his remarks, no doubt jotted down on a yellow tablet that he never displayed to his visitors...
...before? "More than now." Hence reports of his fluctuations spread through the opera world like a runaway Dow Jones average: up 25, down 80, up 60. But he realizes that if he remains too heavy he could undermine his robust health. Which is why he periodically submits to the dread ordeal of a diet. He is currently forbidden to drink wine, and his most opulent meal is zuchini, rice and 250 grams (about half a pound) of meat or fish cooked with a few drops of oil. More tragic than any scene he plays onstage is the sight...
...Those dread words New Hampshire are surfacing in the political columns again. Already. In the hot sun, long before the winter snows, Columnist Robert Novak of the team of Evans and Novak has been following George Bush around the state, busy making less ("It is doubtful he was seen by more than 100 registered Republican voters") sound like more (". . . could set the foundation for an upset transforming Republican politics...
...felt a twinge of guilt about my aloofness toward her, but it's easy to feel compassionate when you know you're never going to have to deal with someone again. I put the note away, packed up the last box, and headed for the door. I did not dread returning to Harvard the following year; I had made good friends and found a niche in East Asian Studies and The Crimson. I looked forward to starting over, out of the Yard. But I savored every last step down the stairs, past Chuck's room and out of Stoughton forever...