Word: eyeful
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...very, very similar and that have the same markings. If you just looked at these markings without studying the internal structures, you would assume they are all the same," he explains. "Some of them are striking. They may not look that way when you see them with the naked eye, but under the scope..." he adds...
...behavior seems all the more surprising when they begin to talk about their backgrounds. Darby recalls one tutee describing a childhood of gang violence. "For him this was a blow-off prison. He said he'd get into a fight just like that, shove a pencil in someone's eye," Darby says...
...Buckley worries about his public persona, he does not show it. Snook cocked, polysyllables bristling, he goads his critics by making everything he does look easy or, even more rankling, look like fun. There is a price. His books sometimes show signs of having been written with one eye on an in-flight movie. His syndicated column occasionally follows the hasty recipe, ad hominem, mix and half-bake. Yet he possesses genuine literary gifts and first- strike verbal capabilities that are devastating in debate...
Superstitious theater folk call it "the Scottish play." For them, merely to speak its name is to invite worse agonies than any conjured from eye of newt and toe of frog. More rational observers, too, view Macbeth as fraught with difficulties. Its plot cannot work unless skeptical modern audiences will believe in witches and the supernatural. The central couple kill in unforeshadowed haste and repent in wearisome leisure. As a tyrant, Macbeth seems a paranoiac cross between Herod, slaughtering a legion of innocents to be sure he got the right one, and the pathetic people who kill entire families...
...remarkable journey from being a Newark secretary to one of the capital's pre-eminent political poets, she has acquired a dashing husband with an eye patch, Richard Rahn, an economist with the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, and a ten-month-old son with eyes as blue as the evening sky. And something else -- a facsimile machine that rests on her kitchen cabinet just above little Will's playpen. He is fascinated with its rustling paper, the paper of poetry. Noonan pecks the words out in the next room and feeds them into this electronic umbilical, and they emerge...