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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...with Russell Crowe unavailable for auditions, Broccoli told the Rome-based La Repubblica daily that he may be forced to turn to the unruly amateurs who lurk around the Coliseum. "We shouldn't fear vulgarity when recounting ancient life," he said. "The gladiators were vulgar, sweaty, smelly, cursing folk. Why not show them as they really were...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Can Gladiators Help Sell Rome's Coliseum? | 1/14/2009 | See Source »

...have no word meaning "Thank you." They show gratitude by returning the favor or giving a gift. They do not say "I'm sorry" or "you're welcome" or "hello." Instead of bidding someone goodnight, they say, "Don't sleep, there are snakes" - a gentle reminder that wild beasts lurk in the nearby jungle ready to slither, scurry or pounce at the first hint of an unsuspecting, defenseless snore. "Goodnight," is an empty phrase, argues Everett. At least the Pirahã saying serves a purpose...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Don't Sleep, There Are Snakes | 11/17/2008 | See Source »

Inhabiting the tidal estuaries around Australia's northern coast, the crocs, or salties, as they're known locally, grow to more than 17 feet and can weigh more than a ton. They lurk near river crossings, where they lie motionless, half-submerged in muddy shallows, then explode out of the water to seize an animal as large as a horse or cow, drag it underwater, and roll with it until it drowns...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Going Soft on Crocodile Crime | 10/22/2008 | See Source »

...Thorns lurk in some 
 bouquets. A columnist for Germany's Süddeutsche Zeitung drew parallels between the famously moody Brown and the "sociopath" Churchill. However provocative, the comparison is apt: that just as war allowed Churchill to shine, so does the economic crisis play to Brown's strengths...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Flash Gordon Brown | 10/15/2008 | See Source »

...reminded of bath time as a child in my grandparents’ enormous tub. I would slide down on my back, submerge my whole body and then lurk there, grinning, until with luxurious slowness I let my stomach rise from the water. The smooth expanse looked like an island; I imagined my belly button as a lake. Each of my two knees would emerge in turn like mountains from the deep...

Author: By Lois E. Beckett, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Marx and the Mani-Pedi | 10/15/2008 | See Source »

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