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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...daughter Anna as principal characters. Meanwhile, the Grand Palais is staging an exhibition called "The Soul in the Body," with objects that manifest the interplay between art and science. One of the major displays is the couch on which Freud's patients in Vienna reclined. In his leather-upholstered office a few blocks away, Serge Leclaire, 69, an ex- president of the French Society for Psychoanalysis, notes all this cultural hubbub in France and contrasts it with the assaults on Freud in the U.S. "What happened to Freudian psychoanalysis in America is the fault of American psychoanalysts," he says. "They...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Assault on Freud | 11/29/1993 | See Source »

...those who are elected. George Bush, in another sketch, is fishing from the presidential yacht with Willie Horton -- got him out of prison for the afternoon, figured he owed Willie a lot -- when news breaks of an invasion of Chicago: wave after wave of squat, flat- nosed horsemen in leather skirts, waving their fists and rolling their little red eyes. Bush calls for bipartisanship and issues a statement that barbarianism is a long-term problem, no quick solutions, the answer is education. The President will, it is promised, decide soon whether to name a barbarian czar to coordinate the federal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Dionysus At 50 and More Woe | 11/22/1993 | See Source »

...Mary, cow-tipping does not count: Well, I used to slap people on the head with leather gloves in the Union...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FM Profiles | 11/11/1993 | See Source »

...slapped people on the head with leather gloves in the Union: Because they cut in front of me without saying "excuse...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FM Profiles | 11/11/1993 | See Source »

...United states doing research for a travelogue, he brought along his dog Charly, figuring that the scruffy little canine would give him something to talk about with strangers he met on the road. Last Saturday night, I took the #1 bus from Harvard Square--already overrun with braided leather belts and the L.L. Bean shoes that Andover kids call "mocs"--to Central square. Because I don't have a dog and because it would have been too embarassing to bring my bowl of goldfish onto the bus, I decided that I would pick up some sort of conversation piece once...

Author: By Michael E. Farbriarz, | Title: Close, but Crummy Cigar | 10/28/1993 | See Source »

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