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Word: odd (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...horrible thing and it really hasn't hitme yet just how bad it is," Doherty said. "Justseems like an odd thing to happen early in themorning. You'd think if there were some sort ofdispute it would happen late at night...

Author: By Manlio A. Goetzl, | Title: 2 Dead, 1 Wounded in Dunster Murder-Suicide | 5/28/1995 | See Source »

...then, humans pay money to play games with machines. That is, to play games with themselves at one removed. Machines usually win. For some odd reason, this causes humans to come back for more and more punishment. Even if the machine wins a hundred times, the human is completely edified when triumph finally comes...

Author: By Patrick S. Chung, | Title: DART BOARD | 5/26/1995 | See Source »

...begins with one extraordinary icon-an odd word for a painting of a cabbage, a quince, a cut melon and a cucumber, but no other will quite do. It is by Juan Sanchez Cotan (1560-1627), a painter from Toledo who is known by only a few works, all of which are remarkable for their careful, precise, yet unpedantic construction. This is one of the finest. No still life was ever so still. The black space behind the framing window looks infinitely deep; two of the objects (the slice of melon and the yellow tip of the cucumber) stick...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ART: FOOD FOR THOUGHT | 5/22/1995 | See Source »

...guess here is that readers will not let The Promise of Rest stand alone. It is a turbulent, cross-grained story that pulls at the imagination, and that pull leads back to the earlier novels. And to an odd perception: though this is a multigenerational chronicle that follows the main and minor figures of two Southern clans from 1904 to the present, the entire saga is really about only one person, the author. The trilogy is, not far under its surface of entrances and exits, a single long soliloquy--Price's own dark, spiraling meditation, mostly baffled and gloomy, often...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BOOKS: STARING DOWN LONELINESS | 5/22/1995 | See Source »

...still before dawn when we set out. In the chill and damp, the 20-odd strangers on the truck huddled against one another in silence. I asked Mother where we were going. "West," she said. "West." Where had the truck come from? "Father sent it," she said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FLIGHT TO FREEDOM | 5/15/1995 | See Source »

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