Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...commit perjury for? That's not a blanket excuse for perjury. But when the perjury was a your-secrets-or-your-life stickup staged by a prosecutor who couldn't nail his target on anything else, anyone with an ounce of imagination is tempted to excuse it. People who flesh out the Bill-and-Monica story rather than stripping it down do not imagine that Bill Clinton will go unpunished unless Congress takes him to the woodshed. He'll suffer plenty...
This is not a morally bankrupt notion. In fact, there are obvious biblical resonances: original sin, the flesh is weak and so on. The anti-Clinton vengeance seekers claim to hate the sin while loving the sinner, but their hatred of the sinner is so obvious and so extreme that it even casts doubt on how much they actually hate the sin. Most people don't even pretend to love this particular sinner. But they see how a guy can go from succumbing to momentary temptation to lying about it to a grand jury, and they...
That's true even if, as some experts suspect, the specimen is really as little as 2.5 million years old. Complete skeletons are so rare that even such a relative youngster will inevitably flesh out the book of human evolution as few discoveries ever have. Says William Kimbel, science director of the Institute of Human Origins at Arizona State University: "It will give us what we got from Lucy, and more...
...LIVE FLESH It could be a 1940s Hollywood melodrama or an 1840s French farce, but Pedro Almodovar's gaudy thriller is as modern as Monica. His characters hurl themselves off fate's precipice to find love, lust, deliverance. A wise woman tells her beau that "making love involves two people." That's right: delirious director, dazzled viewer...
...panoramic view, but I was able to take in the interior sounds and the overarching silence by which they and I were subsumed. Something momentous was about to happen, or had already happened, 10 million years ago. I could hear the air. Everything became important--the flesh of the leaves, the braided vines, a macaw overhead, the smallest insect. A bug the size of a piece of dust crawled across my hand as I wrote about it crawling across my hand...