Word: forehead
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...content with making movies, Fellini seems determined to create a whole new world along with each new film--not a distorted reproduction of some world that is or has been, but a fresh-from-the-forehead-of-the-creator god world with its own pleasures, values and idiosyncracies. At first, Fellini seemed to be creating the same world over and over again; lately he appears to be wandering around, establishing new earths in whatever image strikes his fancy. There are a few things common to them all, though; a Fellini world is one where the fantastic is commonplace and madness...
Beatrice, who left the game before halftime with a gash on his forehead, returned for the start of the second half with about 14 stitches in his head. The senior promptly hit on nine of 15 attempts for 133 yards in the last two quarters, the biggest of which was the spectacular 32-yard effort to sophomore end Bob Farnham, spearheading Brown's 84-yard, fourth-quarter drive...
...ridden carp could still live in it. Once, during a race, a fisherman cast his line clear over a boat and while he was still within shouting distance the air was full of invectives between the coxswain and the fisherman. In another race an oarsman was hit in the forehead by a stone cast by some malicious hooligan; it's a great West Side legend that he did not stop rowing...
Sometimes when Brown is waiting to expound his views before an audience, his hands wring fervidly and sweat glistens on his forehead. Inevitably, questions arise about such an intense, complex and ambitious young man, and pop-psyching Jerry Brown has become a statewide pastime. There are those who see Brown as a humorless, intellectual fanatic who first tried submerging himself in the Roman Catholic Church and then, with equally uncritical fervor, opted for the ego and power trip of politics. Others speculate that his drive is pure Freud, the compulsive, humorless, self-righteous attempt of a quiet young...
...form of memoirs by the distinguished Russian-born novelist Vadim Vadimych N., a cranky exquisite who laments piteously the high initial cost and outrageous maintenance expense of owning an artistic soul. This gent, at the time of writing, is a formidable old illusion-monger with a high, rounded forehead and the vanity of a borzoi. He was born a prince. Bounced from home and privilege by the revolution, he studied at Cambridge, and then, under the pseudonym V. Irisin, wrote in Russian a number of novels "of not altogether displeasing preciosity" while living in Paris as an exile. These books...