Word: personal
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...into the institution's collections each year, there are plenty of shocks and threats. Tramps are sometimes to be found stripped naked in the men's room, washing their only set of clothes. This May a reader in the Main Reading Room was suddenly stabbed by the person sitting next to him. The assailant turned out to be a mental patient on day release from a Manhattan psychiatric institution. He wanted to be readmitted because the food was better there than at home, and resorted to violence to get attention. Especially in winter, platoons of tramps drift...
There have even been obscene phone call experts who memorize the numbers of adjacent phone booths in the halls and ring up when a woman enters. Such incidents are often not reported. Comments veteran Library Security Officer Sivert Olenius: "We can't do a thing unless the person presses charges." Hardly anybody has the time, or the stomach...
Bowersock, who chairs the theater committee, believes that "there should be open auditions for anyone. A director may have considerations of style, but race ought not to enter in." Epps agrees that "a person should be chosen for roles on the basis of his ability to portray the character, not just," he adds, "because of the right of access, but also because it is important for us to go beyond racial stereotypes...
...resulting several generations later from genetic damage. The National Academy of Sciences objected that their figures were possibly four to ten times too high. This caveat, however, leaves intact still-imposing fatal statistics and Gofman's theory that the number of deaths is directly proportional to the number of persons exposed and the size of the dose each receives. Utility officials are fond of dismissing "minor radiation leaks" as amounting to "just a few chest X-rays." But the hitch is that a few X-rays given to an entire population will kill as many as a high dose...
...Judge and The Assassin, unwittingly reveals just how impossible this feat of emotional empathy is. The horror of the crime repells us; we are haunted by the image of our own face screaming in the last minutes of life. A Theodore Bundy-style murder dehumanizes the victim, turning a person into an object. Horrified yet fascinated, we devour the newspaper clippings; each gruesome detail imprints itself on our memory. We become transfixed by the terrifyingly personal nature of random death--the element of chance strips us of all defenses. As a result, any film which tries to minimize the enormity...