Word: gaunt
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Only Lunt spoke at length about his prison experiences. Looking fatigued and gaunt, he said conditions had been "very bad" during the early years. He was held at Havana's La Cabana prison, where scores of prisoners were shot every month. Later he was transferred to the notorious Isle of Pines, where he said a guard bayoneted him in the stomach while he was working in a rock quarry...
...hard-on. At least they have something to talk about: the possibilities of sending Isaac Asimov to Pluto, or the time Mr. Sulu's left ball was shot off by Klingons. It's worse at Dracula conventions: the plastic fangs they wear inhibit conversation, and instead of meeting tall, gaunt, Continental types they find only themselves, or else fat, greasy middle-aged men. The shock of recognition: it's like casting a vampire into the sunlight...
...ceremonies in Los Angeles' Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, John Wayne himself came on. The old martial role model, looking gaunt but energetic, his stomach and one lung gone to cancer, presented the Oscar for Best Picture of 1978. It went to another Viet Nam movie, The Deer Hunter, Director Michael Cimino's story of young Ukrainian-American steelworkers from Clairton, Pa., who play pool, drink beer, watch football on TV, get drunk at a wedding, hunt deer and then go off to fight the war in 1972. It was the fifth Oscar for The Deer Hunter that night...
Stinking buses, their passengers gaunt, pale and weary, jam the crowded streets. Drivers shout at one another and honk their horns as they turn the city's few escape routes into ribbons of steel. Smog smarts the eyes and chokes the senses. The scene is Athens at rush hour. The city of Plato and Pericles is in a sorry state of affairs, built without a plan, lacking even adequate sewerage and sanitation facilities, hemmed in by mountains and the sea, its 135 sq. mi. crammed with 3.7 million people. Even Athens' ruins are in ruin: sulfur dioxide eats...
...sputter of midnight traffic had given way to the long wait for dawn when the 1,400 inmates of Rawalpindi District Jail began to pray. Imperceptibly at first, their murmur grew as they recited from the Koran; the time for execution was approaching. Shortly before 2 a.m., the prisoner, gaunt and ailing, was led from his dungeon death cell to the scaffolding. His hands were tied behind his back. Stepping to the gallows he cried out, according to one account, "Oh Lord, help me, for I am innocent!" Thirty-five minutes later, the body was cut down, taken away...