Word: heaps
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Elizabeth, my singing career was more important than the pursuit of romance. But after that, women became my addiction," he admits. Like any addiction, it ended up tearing Fisher down. His book is a cautionary tale about life in the fast lane; he goes from the top of the heap, hobnobbing with Presidents, to the bottom, hooked on drugs and broke. Along the way, Fisher, who swings from appealing swagger to appalling hubris, never fails to entertain...
...speculate, for a moment, what Harvard would look like in the aftermath of nuclear war. The Yard, the Business School, the Law School, maybe even the Quad (depending on the strength of the warhead in question), would lie a smoldering heap of lifeless ruins. Four hundred years of history instantly incinerated. Nothing but a pile of dust...
Sometimes that self-knowledge is visible only from atop the junk heap of good intentions. "Now the deed is done, and the smoke has cleared/ From the ashes some glimmer of the truth appears," Richey sings in the lustrously plaintive Didn't I. Then, in the song's chorus, all objectivity evaporates--"I did the best I could/ Didn't I? Didn't I? Didn't I?"--and by repeating the question, she makes it both an accusation and a child's plea. The song is a jeweled showcase for a shattered psyche...
Their departure was not without other large dollops of irony. In an open letter to Levin, Daly and Semel cited their "two spectacular, unbelievable decades" at Warner, a 19-year tenure spent mostly at the top of the film heap. And in recent years Warner's highly profitable television business even eclipsed the movie studio, creating such TV hits as ER and Friends and the rapidly rising WB network. Along the way they took the reins of Time Warner's vast $4 billion music empire following one of the brutal power struggles that periodically boiled up after Time Inc. merged...
Years later, I'm at Harvard for my first year, shaking off the rust from a severe case of high school senioritis. I'm thinking I'm ready and rarin' to go on coursework. And then the fit hits the shan--they drop a heap of textbooks and source-books and required materials and suggested reading on me. Of course, the suggested reading is immediately thrown out the window...