Word: helling
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...next week's midterms, debating the value of a college education when, suddenly, you slam down last month's reserve reading, unable to carry on. Brain-fry has set in. You long to get away, maybe just for an hour or two, to forget the fact that living hell is just around the corner. You wander aimlessly up Plympton Street, mumbling something about Beowulf and macroeconomics, when you spot Adams House. If you're smart, you'll go in and see Scapine, a charming study break and timely cure for the mid-term blues. If not, it'll be another...
...panelists were not optimistic about this plan, however. "If you want to seduce them into the good life, it's going to be a hell of a strugle," said Crum...
McCraw said the necessity for change in Japanese society is a question of practical politics. "If you're in an interdependent world economy and you're seen as not only exporting Toyotas but [also] unemployment, other countries say 'to hell with you'," he said...
...have always thought SDI was a dynamite bargaining chip. There are two things that the summit proved. It proved that SDI is one hell of a bargaining chip, and it proved that Ronald Reagan is indeed a true believer in SDI. I * think the President basically should have traded SDI. But Ronald Reagan has this vision of ridding the world of nuclear weapons. I think the Administration was going to take the p.r. high ground by offering something very radical and dramatic. I don't know how they got snookered into that notion (of complete disarmament); it scares the bejesus...
...Wiesel settled in France, where he studied philosophy at the Sorbonne, worked as a journalist and came under the influence of Albert Camus and Francois Mauriac. His first novel, Night (1958), was an indelible account of the Nazi atrocities as seen through the eyes of a teenage boy. The hell inside the death camps is described in austere, intense prose that became the author's emblem: "Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night . . . Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces...