Word: inners
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Easily the most defiant and least contrite of all the Watergate witnesses thus far, Ehrlichman's mastery of the situation was impressive, his debating skill sharp, his language fascinating, his face an all-too-expressive reflection of his inner disdain and contempt for his questioners. When the nomination of the hapless L. Patrick Gray as FBI director was doomed, Ehrlichman did not urge its withdrawal, but suggested coldly: "We ought to let him hang there. Let him twist slowly, slowly in the wind...
...happy week for Nixon, whose last unmitigated joy was probably his Inauguration night months ago. Quite apart from the public testimony, the Senate's Watergate investigating committee was bearing down on Nixon in a complex battle to force him to release White House papers that might reveal the inner mechanics of the scandal...
...forms of pneumonia are inflammations of the inner surface of the lungs. The classic form, deservedly dreaded before the era of sulfa drugs and antibiotics, is caused by bacteria. The vast majority of these cases can now be cured by drug treatment. More puzzling to specialists in infectious diseases has been the viral variety that attacked the President. This may be caused by any one of scores of different viruses, from those responsible for the common cold and laryngitis to those associated with measles and influenza. Infections provoked by these viruses do not yield to any known drugs, since medication...
Joining Russia's "inner immigration" of outcast writers and thinkers, Akhmatova lived during the '20s and '30s by translating and scholarship. Stalin's purges, which saw the jailing of her own 20-year-old son, sent her into a new creative cycle. The poems of this period scarcely disguised her bitterness. Shah of the Shahs,/ blessed in Allah's eyes,/ how well did you feast?/ You hold the world in your hand/ as if it were a cold bright bead . . ./ But what about my boy,/ did you enjoy his taste? Although the poem was titled...
...sensibility, you can only recognize it. And you recognize it not in action but in the reverberations of an action, like watching drops of water distilled from the air, or learning to hear the unspoken associations in the grooves of a sentence. My feminism works rather like an inner eye that registers the other side of the surface caught by the retina. I watch it in the way I feel about getting ogled in the street. My body used to go taut with suppressed fury, and now I bristle ironically--"that puffy red-faced one there with the beery swollen...