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...some trick of time, he has skipped his true generation. His lined, leathery face is as supple as if treated daily with neat's-foot oil. As he goes into his crouch, grinning hideously, his gapped teeth look as if they were hammered into his head by a drunken cobbler. And his remarkable body, you might say, is more rounded all over than he is. "If you slid into bases head first for 20 years," he says to all of that, "you'd be ugly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Savoring the Extra Innings After 40 | 7/26/1982 | See Source »

...expectation of surviving them." Wilkinson discovers that people who have been arrested do not always behave politely. One of his perpetrators sticks a match through the grille in the police car and tries to set Wilkinson's hair on fire. He learns to distinguish the different varieties of drunken drivers: "Some drove at moderate speeds, carefully and with concentration, except on the wrong side of the road. Some drove at a crawl, although I believe they thought they were actually going fast. Others drove hell for leather, and all over the place. One man I saw was stopped...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Wellfleet Blues MIDNIGHTS by Alec Wilkinson | 7/26/1982 | See Source »

...more than one beautiful killer between shoot-outs. In Blade Runner, however, the ladies' stone-cold hearts are usually a symptom of automation, which takes the edge off the romance. The monotone Sam Spade narration also becomes ridiculous and does little to characterize a hero who relies on frequent drunken debauches to reveal his emotional depth. The poor guy is clearly troubled, but the theatrical shorthand of empty, albeit exotic, liquor bottles and frequent comments about how lousy it is to be a killer do not elicit empathy...

Author: By Clea Simon, | Title: Dull Blade | 7/16/1982 | See Source »

...Show Us Your Tits"--it is the rallying cry of the masses. The libido of the great unwashed bursting forth in all its drunken glory. It is the them of the infield. Mass-produced buttons, bumper stickers and shirts proclaim the four magic words, and hundreds carry homemade signs and drive had-painted vans which reiterate the them. From atop the vans and portable scaffolding, flushed faces call out hoarsely to all who pass below. "Show us your tits!" Most ignore the demands, but every so often a woman will clamber up onto a van and perform an awkward striptease...

Author: By John F. Baughman, | Title: The Infielder's View of Indy | 6/25/1982 | See Source »

...this drunken lecher with insolent ambitions had the power to make troubled people feel better-to lighten souls, as De Jonge puts it. Animals and children loved him. In his own way he wanted to be what the Tsar and Tsarina believed him to be: the savior of Holy Russia. But even if Rasputin had been an angel, he would have been too late. "A kind of frenzy has seized people," Princess Catherine Radziwill wrote in 1913. Russia had turned into a "very large lunatic asylum" of manic searchers, from table-tapping spiritualists to bomb-tossing anarchists. The whole country...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Holy Terror | 5/24/1982 | See Source »

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