Word: goodnight
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...take over rival business-software firm PeopleSoft for a lowball price of $16 a share--about 50˘ less than the market value of the stock. Neither analysts nor competitors seemed sure whether to take him seriously. "Larry's just having some fun with these people," says Jim Goodnight, CEO of software firm SAS, based in Cary, N.C. "He's trying to mess up sales they're trying to close before the end of this quarter...
...children's-book business is a strange realm: whereas it's rare to sell millions of copies in a year (the anomaly of Harry Potter aside), the books tend to have an enduring shelf life. What other product created in the 1940s still sells well, almost completely unaltered? Goodnight Moon, Pat the Bunny and The Poky Little Puppy, sexagenarians nearly all; each still moves more than 150,000 hardbacks just about every year. And let's not even start on Dr. Seuss or P.D. Eastman. (Well, we can start: Green Eggs and Ham sold more than 500,000 copies...
...said that Harvard girls were really uptight, that they wouldn’t even kiss goodnight,” she remembers. “But that Wellesley girls are more laid-back.” She pauses. “I think he meant that Wellesley girls are sluttier...
...there are simpler things to attend to. Night is falling, and Newdow has to call his daughter. "Hey, sugar, it?s Daddy," he whispers into the phone. "Love you, miss you, kiss you goodnight." A burly teenager knocks at the door. "Are you the man?" he says. Newdow concedes that he probably is. "You don?t have to worry about anything," says the unknown teen. "Okay," Newdow smiles as he closes the door, "now I'm worried." And he sits back down with his guitar, singing a song he penned himself - the Pledge Of Allegiance Got Some Old Religion Blues...
...pouring rain, on the night he realizes he?s in love, Gene walks Debbie to her front door. Before he goes dancin? in the rain, he kisses Debbie goodnight at her front door, and does it without bending any part of his body - just leaning, as if he were wearing clown shoes for balance. Then he goes into his act. He?s got one prop, an umbrella, and his dance exhausts its every use: as a cane, a pointer, a balancer on the tightrope of a curb, a cyclotron whirling him inside a whirlwind. But often he just holds...