Word: forehead
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Strangely, two experiences-or "strips of time," as Dr. Penfield calls them-are never activated at the same time, so there is no confusion. Responses are obtained only from the lobes lying inside the temples, never from the frontal lobes (in the forehead) or the occipital (toward the back of the head). Even in some parts of the temporal lobes themselves, stimulation produces no effect. And never does stimulation lead to constructive thinking or purposeful action...
Premier M'bida, a devout Roman Catholic whose forehead is studded with blue tribal tattoos, journeyed recently into the heartland of the 120,000-member Bassa tribe, center of the spreading rebel movement. At Rebel Leader Um Myobe's birthplace, the Premier appealed to the natives: "Do not live like the Pygmies!" He urged them to come back to civilization, gave them ten days to come out of the jungle or be treated as rebels. By regrouping huts near roads, where they can be guarded, he hopes to maintain order, proceed with the slow evolution toward real...
...When he was not stopping punches with his face, former Middleweight Champion Gene Fullmer was forced to use every weapon he had as he tried to fight his way past Las Vegas' Neal Rivers for another crack at the title. For ten rounds he threw fists, forehead and shoulders with fierce abandon, and for ten rounds he caught as much as he threw. The verdict: a split decision for Fullmer. The surgical count: 16 stitches for Fullmer, only six for Rivers...
Wilson writes not so much with a pen as with the needle of a tattoo artist who wants to inscribe "no" on Britannia's forehead. In After the Show, a well-illusioned young public-school type tries to be chivalrous toward a tawdry young girl, only to find that she scarcely knows what he is getting at; his illusions are shattered when she puts an Elvis Presley record on her gramophone. In More Friend Than Lodger, Wilson plots a triangle, not only of marital infidelity but of social insecurity, involving a stuffy publisher, his disarmingly bitchy wife...
...Okay. You a born leader, understan? See, we all born without any clothes on, so the difference is up here," she tapped her forehead, and her eyes were very deep and gentle. "See, you got the ability to make yourself better than other people you know; but it's going to be hard job. People are going to try to give you a bad name, understan; see, it takes whole lifetime to build up a good reputation, but only five minutes to give a bad name. Now, you got a girl you think you love very, very much, right...