Word: flesh
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...think everyone was impressed that he came over and offered himself up in the flesh," one Overseer said later. "We asked him many of the questions that Burr said he couldn't answer in the morning, and Bok was candid when he admitted he didn't know about many of the things...
...five of her favorite men, then ran the pictures opposite blowups of the precise segments of a woman's body that most attracts each of them. There, in all its grace and graininess, is the small of the back for Actor Claude Rich; the belly, dappled with goose flesh, for Dancer Jean Babil...
...from the point of view of an observer watching the Americans in action. Considering the nature of this war, that is a rather curious perspective: Flood sees lots of napalm-he even flies on the fighter planes that drop it-but there is not one word about the burning flesh, the terror, and the grotesque horror of a napalm explosion. Oh no, Flood instead rhapsodizes about the sleek shiny pointed bomb casing the napalm is dropped in. A book about the Vietnam war might be expected to include a little discussion of the National Liberation Front, or something about Vietnamese...
Steady Stare. What happened next? asked Daniel. "Calley and Meadlo got on line and fired directly into the people." What were the people doing? "They screamed and yelled. Some tried to get up. There were lots of heads and pieces of heads shot off, and flesh flew off the sides and arms and legs." Meadlo, Conti related, was weeping. He tried to give his rifle to Conti. "I told him I couldn't," the witness continued. "Let Lieut. Calley kill them . . . Some kids were still standing and Calley finished them off with single shots...
...most lavish painter was retained by the vainest and most powerful woman in France to create an appropriate tribute to herself. The result -more than a score of enormous panels-now fills a whole room of the Louvre. There visitors are free to ramble past acres of pearly, naked flesh and hectares of jewels and velvet, observing Marie, attended by nymphs, monsters, peacocks, courtiers, gods, satyrs and angels, as she makes a near mythological progress from a shaky Italian girlhood to the role of Queen Regent for Louis XIII. This huge book-the year's most fabulous-acquaints...