Word: oblivion
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...rooming group dubbed intersession "Club MedBraindead" and from Day 1 of January readingperiod, we were counting down the hours until wecould spend our break in an oblivion of food,drink and sleep...
...another piece of one's childhood is consigned to oblivion. The reason those hot dogs linger so deliciously in the memory is not the hot dogs themselves, actually, but the toasted buns they came in, and the yellow pseudobuttery glop that reduced the toasted buns to toasted mush, and the elongated white cardboard containers that held the toasted mush so that one could make a game of trying to gnaw on the hot-dog mush without getting one's hands and face entirely covered with the dripping glop -- a game that, to one's parents' despair, one invariably lost...
...English-language Egyptian Gazette argued that the Ayatullah's pronouncements "will do more to damage the image of Islam in the West than any words of Mr. Rushdie." Concluded the paper: "Without the outcry, the book might have sold some tens of thousands of copies and then sunk into oblivion as being too obscure for the general interest...
...require an even more disciplined devotion to competence over ideology. For although Bush has said, "We're coming in to build on the proud accomplishments of the past, ((not)) to correct ((its)) ills," a failure to redress the Reagan era's greatest ill could consign this President to political oblivion. Ironically, given his insistence that the key lesson to be learned from Reagan is that a successful President takes "a principled position and stays with it," Bush's own success may depend on yet another 180 degrees turn: the far more difficult task of abandoning a cardinal promise while keeping...
...This observation on oblivion was prompted by something as mundane as a pair of gloves, which had been proffered tentatively by a short man wearing a cap and an aging leather jacket, with a faded green cotton bag slung over his shoulder like an Irish peddler. For the past 24 years, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Michael Greenberg, 60, has been taking his bag of gloves to Manhattan's Bowery, long the haunt of the down-and-outs and the lost- weekenders, and wandering the gritty neighborhood looking for "the old, the reticent and the shy." When he finds one, like...