Word: fingered
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...protecting one's cushy armchair isn't ideology, it's cushiology. Between the pro-perestroikers and the anti-perestroikers, unfortunately, there is a large group I call the "oikers." They're the ones who whine constantly about the lack of sugar and other things but do not lift a finger to stop those who want to kill perestroika. It is time people understood that there are not two separate perestroikas -- one material and one political. Without defending democracy, there's no point in demanding democracy...
...April, Iraq rolled into an offensive of its own, the first major attack since it invaded Iran in 1980. In a 36-hour blitz, the Seventh Army Corps, supported by President Saddam Hussein's elite Presidential Guard, retook the Fao peninsula, a finger of land at Iraq's southern tip that Iran had occupied after weeks of bloody fighting in February 1986. An estimated 20,000 Iranian troops were routed; 3,000 were killed, wounded or captured. A day after the Fao disaster, Iranian naval forces clashed in the gulf with U.S. ships that had just demolished Iran's offshore...
...acquisitiveness seems somewhat at odds with his opinion of what is wrong with corporate America: merger mania, for one thing. He excoriates raiders and corporate chiefs who wage expensive takeover battles, leaving companies bloodied and indebted. He also faults political leaders for shortsighted partisanship: "All we do is finger-point." He particularly chides President Reagan, whom he describes as a "warm and wonderful human being," but "totally incapable of focusing in on any issue...
...kids assemble for a voice lesson under a maze of heating pipes and lighting wires. Take-out fried chicken, quarts of Tropicana are put aside. "Feel how loose your tongue is! Baaa, baaa, baaa," exhorts the teacher, an ivory- skinned redhead, hammering on a piano key with her index finger. The kids imitate the sound and start giggling. "Don't laugh at each other! We're here to learn!" scolds the redhead. Silence. Then a few whispers in Zulu. "Heee, heee, haaa, haaa!" sings the teacher. More giggles. When class is finally dismissed, the kids clatter up a narrow staircase...
...care. Care for words, yes, but also, and more important, for what the words imply. Only a lover notices the small things: the way the afternoon light catches the nape of a neck, or how a strand of hair slips out from behind an ear, or the way a finger curls around a cup. And no one scans a letter so closely as a lover, searching for its small print, straining to hear its nuances, its gasps, its sighs and hesitations, poring over the secret messages that lie in every cadence. The difference between "Jane (whom I adore)" and "Jane...