Word: horizons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...defeated in the Senate. Congressman Henry Waxman, who opposes the amendment, argues that "fetal research saves lives, prevents or cures chronic diseases and makes pregnancy safer. As a result of such work, reductions in infant mortality and treatments for diabetes, as well as for brain disorders, are on the horizon...
...little hindsight, the paintings suggest it. They have a marshy, embrangled look full of thickets of line and pools of darkness. Their peculiar sense of space (which looks incoherent in reproduction, but at full scale is not) is recognizable at once to anyone who has gone through swamp: no horizon to be seen, only a succession of angles that, when the eye pushes through them, disclose more tangles beyond. The light is murky. Such color as is there is local-a flurry of pink, a sudden network of vermilion slashes. Otherwise it is all bog color, glazed browns reflecting other...
...there are the scourges that have always been with us, the Legionnaire's bacteria that suddenly find an environment in which to flourish anew momentarily, or the influenza virus that undergoes minor mutations to spring forth with renewed vigor. Indeed, of all the potential disease agents looming on the horizon, it is the familiar flu virus that worries Foege the most. "I fully anticipate that possibly in our lifetime we will see another flu strain that is as deadly as 1918. We have not figured out good ways to counter that." The same holds for the most common of bacteria...
...which are always exacerbated when groups fight over a limited pie, came out in especially bitter form in Chicago, where Democrat Harold Washington almost lost his party the mayoralty for the first time in five decades, simply because he was Black. And even the potential recovery on the horizon will not be for everyone, as the mass migration to the Sunbelt continues, while the cities of the industrial Northeast and Midwest are left to crumble in its trail...
...dawn of human history, and Homo sapiens steps out from his cave to watch the rising sun paint the horizon. Suddenly he hears a rustling in the forest. His muscles tense, his heart pounds, his breath comes rapidly as he locks eyes with a saber-toothed tiger. Should he fight or run for his life? He reaches down, picks up a sharp rock and hurls it. The animal snarls but disappears into the trees. The man feels his body go limp, his breathing ease. He returns to his darkened den to rest...