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...remembered, as I sat paralyzed, the pink-rose ridges on the inside of the skull, and how from here on down (she made a gesture just above her forehead) "his head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in ... but I knew he was dead." It was all told tearlessly, her wide eyes not even seeing me, a recitative to herself...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Section: In Search of History | 7/3/1978 | See Source »

Cauthen took the kind of spill that tests courage a few days before his apprenticeship was to expire. His right wrist was broken; kicked by the flying hoofs of trailing horses, his forehead and right hand were cut, and he suffered a concussion and cracked ribs. He was out for a month. When he came back, he answered all the questions. Rounding the turn for home in his first return race, he drove a colt named Little Miracle?Affirmed's half brother?through a narrow opening between front runners and booted him home the winner by 1¼ lengths. He used...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cauthen: A Born Winner | 5/29/1978 | See Source »

...remote Asir region; and Bandar, a member of the military staff. A rising star among the sons is Turki, 34, who heads the country's intelligence directorate and recently lobbied in Washington for the F-15 sale. His mother, Queen Iffat, often says, with a tap on her forehead, "Turki has it here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: The House of Saud: Solidarity Forever | 5/22/1978 | See Source »

...petitioners filed in, Fahd stood to receive them. One by one, they greeted him, kissing him on the forehead, on the nose, or the shoulder. They handed their written petitions to an aide standing beside the Prince; these would be considered later and directed to the appropriate government agency for action. Then the visitors took their seats around the walls. A royal aide wearing a curved sword served bitter cardamom-flavored coffee, while another sword-bearing retainer followed to collect the tiny, round-bottomed cups...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: The Majlis: Desert Democracy | 5/22/1978 | See Source »

...father's old Boy Scout knapsack with my belongings, I am still wearing the clothes I slept in last night in the bomb shelter. Yona walks me to the dirt road where I will catch a ride away from the border toward Haifa and my new kibbutz. Yona's forehead is deeply-lined, and there are circles under his eyes; the war has been hard on him, too. It is hard not to admire the courage of the Israelis like him, who sacrifice so much for their cause...

Author: By Mark A. Feldstein, | Title: Life Within the Bunker | 5/10/1978 | See Source »

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