Word: lifeness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Iranian students, with the approval of Ayatullah Khomeini [Nov. 19], seem to be proving that Islam is-at least in the Iranian version-a religion that emphasizes revenge rather than forgiveness. They evidently consider revenge on one very ill man the ideal to put first in the life of their country...
Thanatology had been one of the most misunderstood and neglected areas of study until Elisabeth Kubler-Ross [Nov. 12] began her work. Her publications have been a boon to clergy and laity alike when confronted with the one inescapable fact of life-death. The strength, courage and understanding given to untold others cannot be erased. In this case, today's news does not negate yesterday's triumph...
Technical excellence has been bought at a social price. The remoteness and boredom frustrate the wives who accompanied their husbands up the hill. "They're overeducated for the kind of life they lead," says Lab Staff Psychologist Frances Menlove. The sense of hush-hush urgency that still dominates the work of the Lab spills over into the social life. Gossip rains down like radioactive dust. Status symbols are precise and demanding, though in Los Alamos as in places like Cambridge, Mass., class is projected through such things as battered cars and withered clothes. Nuclear families here "are headed...
...Shah a criminal and treating him as one? If so, the same would have to apply to scores of other rulers, rightist or leftist. Moreover, Iran, like many developing countries, has never known any really free institutions. And cruelty, by whatever regime, has always been a fact of life there and in many other countries the U.S. must live with. These considerations do not exonerate the Shah, but they must be kept in mind by the U.S. as it tries to cope with the real world. Besides, whatever the Shah's offenses, they do not justify the taking...
...AMERICAN BAR where they play real rock'n' roll, where the guitarist takes his axe to his groin, wringing out the sound that bends and twists his whole body, jitters his knees and pumps all the life up through his head where it spatters out to the crowd in beads of sweat. The sweat that salts the beers and the crowd sucks in every guitar lick. Yes, yes, yes, they want more. They are jumping and rocking their seats, pounding the table and singing out of key, and they don't want to do anything in the world but listen...