Word: prowled
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...time. She is lonely yes, but we are never convinced of it, despite the masterfully acted crying scenes with the psychiatrist and the volatile hatred of her former husband. After all, she is a beautiful, hip woman in New York and there are many, many eager men on the prowl. She accepts it, after an intermittent period of abstination, and considers it an adventure. We watch her fall into lust, fall into love and yet bounce out of it all without dependence of the comfortable pattern of her former marriage. She comes through with a renewed sense of self-worth...
...surrounded by soft green turf. In the topiary garden, a hippo, giraffe, elephant and camel-sculpted in glossy English ivy-recall the playful conceits of Pliny's Rome. The American Desert House is studded with 100 kinds of desert plants, including a 20-ft. saguaro cactus. Children may prowl the Greenmuse, a special section with a "please touch" policy to give city kids an acquaintance with the look and feel of real corn and tomato plants. Beneath the conservatory, in the Green-school, they will also be able to study plants and seeds with microscopes...
...night-vision goggles. Near by on the Miami River, other officers crouch in a thicket of weeds, training binoculars on a rusting banana boat, watching for seamen debarking with suspicious packages. To the south at Key Largo, deputy sheriffs with high-powered rifles cruise through mangrove swamps, on the prowl for marijuana runners...
...measured in years, but now it has been cut back to weeks. If last December's tumultuous plunge of the greenback was the worst since the currency upheavals of 1973, its place in the recordbooks was short-lived indeed. Last week the dollar bears were again on the prowl, clawing the bleeding buck to new and worrisome lows against the Japanese yen and nearly all the major trading currencies of Europe...
...Every movie about the devil must have its "Damien"). Every ten minutes someone gets impaled, chucked out a window, or decapitated, the latter by a plate-glass window in a scene lingered over by the cameraman as though he were some kind of vampire. One moment of imagination: the prowl of a vicious wolf-dog from hell whose breathing is synchronized with one of Jerry Goldsmith's Latin chants. Gregory Peck is well-meaning, but as animated as a potted plant, and the rest of the cast is colorless until their respective bloody deaths. Why is it that these movies...