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...Swahili cry went up in the mountains of Central Africa: "Dian kufa!": Dian is dead. The victim of the slaying was American Anthropologist Dian Fossey, 53, author of the 1983 best seller about her work, Gorillas in the Mist. No one has ever been punished for the machete murder -- a ghastly end for a gentle soul...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Misanthrope Woman in the Mists | 10/26/1987 | See Source »

Although the pilots had been briefed by meteorologists on what to expect, they still found conditions aloft astonishingly harsh. Accustomed to clear, broad vistas at high altitudes, the pilots -- who took the ER-2 as high as 68,000 ft. -- were startled to encounter layers of translucent mist composed of tiny ice particles. "I went into clouds at 61,000 ft., and I didn't come out the whole time," says Williams of the first flight. Another surprise: temperatures did not warm when the plane soared into the stratosphere. Instead, they plummeted to -130 degreesF, low enough to cause worries...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Environment: Flying High - and Hairy | 10/19/1987 | See Source »

...break away from my baffled friends, sprint madly up Mass. Ave. with a distracted look in my eyes, and disappear into the mist. It's not clear whether or not I graduate or whether I am disowned...

Author: By Jessica Dorman, | Title: Graduation and Glass Flowers | 7/31/1987 | See Source »

...refreshing to watch a play which has value as literature, which leaves the audience marvelling at O'Neill's ability to craft this tragedy. Each time the foghorn sounds ominously through the mist, and whenever Mrs. Tyrone wanders ghost-like through the house searching in vain for her glasses, we are reminded of the truths which must inevitably be revealed...

Author: By Ellen R. Pinchuk, | Title: Long Day's Journey Into Night | 3/12/1987 | See Source »

...sign: Moses kneels and looks at a patch of sandy earth for a moment. He spits a mist upon his palm, pssht-psssht-psssht, and then he pats the ground. He shows what sticks to the moisture: some dirt, but also a minute bristling of golden tiny hairs. A shedding. "Lion," says Moses. "Last night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Africa | 2/23/1987 | See Source »

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