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...older boy, who was almost ready to shave, brought a pellet pistol to the war, not a feckless Daisy that would merely sting but a penetrating gas-fired model, almost as wicked...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Tragedy as Child's Play | 4/6/1998 | See Source »

...strings. An unusually quiet orchestra exquisitely realized the dissonance. (HRO is master of the loud; exuberant finales seemed continually to hit new heights of forte during the concert.) The dramatic dynamic shift was especially effective since the next movement, "Warrior," opened with a drum shot like a pistol crack and only became more intense after that. Every phrase in this movement seemed fraught with some deeper meaning, as ponderous strings led the orchestra to a profound conclusion and a transition to "Sleepy Bones," the last and perhaps loveliest of the movements. A lucid, delicate flute line passed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HRO and Sophomore Violinist Play to Perfection | 3/13/1998 | See Source »

...cheat-and-retreat game again, promising to open all sites in Iraq to unconditional inspection, and then throw up new roadblocks in a month or two. Or he can refuse to yield and take his punishment, emerging after a week to wave his taunting wave and fire his pistol into the air. He will probably then kick all the inspectors out and demand an end to sanctions on the cynical grounds that Iraqis have suffered enough...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: How The Attack On Iraq Is Planned | 2/23/1998 | See Source »

Edward Treanor, a 31-year-old civil servant, was enjoying a New Year's Eve drink with his new girlfriend at her pub, the Clifton Tavern in Catholic North Belfast. At 9:07 p.m. two masked men, one armed with a submachine gun, the other with a pistol, burst in and began firing indiscriminately at the customers. Treanor was hit in the head and died before he could greet the new year--a new year that starts off with an ill omen for peace in Northern Ireland...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Northern Ireland: Violence On The Fringe | 1/12/1998 | See Source »

...meet the other runners whom you don't see so much as competition but as compatriots. As you assume the starting position and await the clap of the starter pistol, you can barely make out some older runners in the second, third and final legs of their race. Some of them seem to be cheering you on, but most are indifferent. A few come up to you and warn you that the race is no fun at all. They urge you to pull out, give up. But you don't. You tell yourself, "Maybe they couldn't make...

Author: By Baratunde R. Thurston, | Title: Running a Rough Race | 1/7/1998 | See Source »

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