Word: lied
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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When Jimmy Carter was running for President in 1976, proclaiming his honesty, Billy said, "I'm the only Carter who'll never lie to you." Another time he said, "My mother joined the Peace Corps when she was 70, my sister Gloria is a motorcycle racer, my other sister Ruth is a Holy Roller preacher, and my brother thinks he's going to be President of the United States. I'm really the only normal one in the family." Billy worked hard for Jimmy's election, but afterward the hucksters in Plains appalled him. "Maybe we should just...
Another essential rule about lying is that the timing has to be perfect, a subtlety to which vice presidential candidate Dan Quayle is not attuned. When someone asks you about your decision to use family connections in joining the National Guard during the Vietnam War, the right lie is not: "I did not know in 1969 that I would be in this room today...
Although the extinction of the fine art of lying ought to be lamented, public figures can still get by without the ability to lie. Look at Ronald Reagan. All you have to do is flash your charming smile and let your sincere but vague manner show through, and you too could acquire his Teflon coat of armor. Perhaps he should market his secret. It could make him millions, as well as provide us with a new generation of truly effective leaders who could, in all sincerity, say (and not break into peals of laughter) "Let's do this...
...20th century." Donald Hall, who has published nine books of poetry and who interviewed Eliot for the Paris Review in 1959, observes, "His status as a minor poet is secure. He is not coming back into vogue." But the final truth, as Eliot so often suggested, may lie somewhere in the rack and ruin of the middle distance. His claims were modest. He asked only for a hearing -- say, between cleaning up after supper and getting ready for bed, a few moments' attention to a poet speaking as if speech could still alter society and the perception of hours...
Moonie, Kona and Ed Blechner's ten other sled dogs lie inert in the August heat, dreaming, no doubt, of a 50-mile run at 20 below. Blechner, meanwhile, tries to explain his odyssey from Queens to Addison. He has not attended synagogue regularly since late childhood, when, in preparation for his Bar Mitzvah, he walked to shul, or synagogue, and avoided automobiles and telephones on the Sabbath. Then came varsity football at Union College and Outward Bound's Hurricane Island School and a world beyond Great Neck. "I used to feel funny among Jews," he recalls. "I had taken...