Word: hairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...really good between them," says a senior presidential aide. "Jimmy wanted someone who could give him honest, solid judgments in the whole decision-making process." Donovan's somewhat wry view: "The President wants to be able to talk about almost anything freely with somebody who has some gray hair...
Another expert testified that Bundy's hair was "microscopically" similar to strands found in a pantyhose mask that police discovered in the rooming house where one coed was assaulted. Finally, Simpson reminded the jury, Bundy had fled from a policeman who stopped his car in Tallahassee. Said Simpson: "The defendant...
...Paul E. Tsongas, 38, a cool, darkly handsome man with an unruly shock of hair, has a touch of Kennedy about him. Indeed, it was John F. Kennedy who inspired Tsongas (pronounced Song-as) to spend two years in the Peace Corps in Ethiopia before getting his law degree at Yale. Tsongas opened his practice in his home town of Lowell, Mass., where his Greek emigrant grandfather had settled, and won his first election to Congress in 1974, by defeating Republican Edward Brooke. Considered to be one of the party's rising young liberals, Tsongas has strongly supported the Kennedy...
...ever been to a science-fiction convention you've seen them in a less egregious form: short, bad complexion, slightly overweight, greasy hair, glasses, copy of Stranger in a Strange Landdiscreetly folded over an otherwise prominent 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...
...decade of the Russian empire. By prudish Soviet standards, Pikul's empurpled prose is downright lurid. In one key scene, for example, Rasputin sneaks up to the Tsarina as she prays for her hemophiliac son. Out of the shadows steps the "bony peasant, his face framed by long hair parted in the center and glistening with oil, his eyes emitting a kind of hypnotic sparkle." The Tsarina shakes "in a fit of nervous excitement" as they gaze at each other. The monk scoops her up and strokes her. She slips her arms around his neck and cries, "More, more...