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...clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap ... Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car ... We all lay down in the car ... And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling he's dead, he's dead. All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Section: In Search of History | 7/3/1978 | See Source »

When for a passport, or some other bar To freedom, he applied (a grief and a bore), If he found not in this spawn of tax born riches, Like lap dogs, the least civil sons of bitches...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: An Unapologetic Anthology | 6/12/1978 | See Source »

After many phone calls, Bibesco finally invited her to his apartment and dumped a great album of letters on her lap. "Now, you'll be sweet to me," he exclaimed. "Now you'll go to bed with me. Look what a lovely bed it is ... I thought I was impotent. I have been for months. But you have roused me, you marvelous amazon. Let me kiss your lips." Curtiss put quest before scruple: "After all, I figured, the letters are unique and there are plenty of women who must like this kind of approach or he wouldn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Past Recaptured | 6/12/1978 | See Source »

...Aristotle Onassis role. Italian? French? The latter. No problem! he cries. He'll have it flown in daily from Maxim's, though how he expects to keep the white sauce from separating in flight is not clear. But the point is made: we are here in the lap of a luxe so grand as to be unimaginable to us poor mortals who count ourselves lucky to fly in the general direction of Maxim's a few times during our lives...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Yachts of Luck | 5/22/1978 | See Source »

...HUDDLED around the campfire that someone had made in John Harvard's lap. It wasn't actually a campfire, it was Ogden's new Hibachi that he'd charged at the Coop the other morning. Ogden was certainly not chosen as our Regiment leader because of his experience in the ranks. He probably had no more than a few small marches under his belt, maybe a takeover or two, but clearly nothing that had made a headline. He was only chosen because he had the best equipment. Camping out had been his idea and to no one's surprise...

Author: By Peter R. Reynolds, | Title: Tenting Tonight | 5/16/1978 | See Source »

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