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...didn't know it cost that much--that's pretty expensive for ice cream." Caught in the middle of ringing up, I'll slowly roll my eyes towards the enormous self-evident price list hanging from the ceiling, then, curling my lip, bring my glare back down to their now-flustered faces...

Author: By John P. Thompson, | Title: Primal 'Scream | 3/5/1987 | See Source »

...partner of the investment firm Lazard Freres, in an essay for the New York Review of Books: "Too much money is coming together with too many young people who have little or no institutional memory, or sense of tradition, and who are under enormous pressure to perform in the glare of Hollywood-like publicity...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: From Pinstripes to Prison Stripes | 3/2/1987 | See Source »

...stalked and slain, almost abstractly, and ingested. These days, the death is also to be photographed. The tourist minibuses cluster around a cheetah kill. The late 20th century forlornly suckles on the Pleistocene. The whites popping through the roofs of the vehicles like blossoms from a vase will glare at one another with the hatred of one whose dream has been interrupted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Africa | 2/23/1987 | See Source »

Pounding around Gage Roads in 25-ton yachts is more than just physically punishing. It is perilous. The blinding glare of the sun and the continual shower of salt spray are so forceful that both skippers have had serious trouble with their eyes. Conner was forced to consult a Perth specialist. Says ( Murray: "In the early races I was coming in every day with double vision. It's like having a saltwater hose going flat out into your face." Murray and crew now wear sunglasses, which must constantly be cleared of caked salt with squeeze bottles of fresh water. Kookaburra...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The America's Cup: Auld Mug's Game | 2/9/1987 | See Source »

...jackrabbit badlands and swirled outside his cramped office, Nettleton kindled yet another cigarette, propped his scuffed cowboy boots on the desk and pondered the renegade Dallas, who's been on the loose since a jailbreak last Easter Sunday. Abruptly he blew out the match and turned, a flinty glare transforming his hound-dog eyes. The sheriff wanted Dallas, dead or alive. "If they'd bring one of his hands back from Mexico, I'd be happy, I guess," drawled the lean and lanky lawman. "I just wanta know something's been done...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Idaho: A Killer Becomes a Mythic Hero | 1/26/1987 | See Source »

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