Word: quiverful
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...mingle" portion of the reception, and the Soviet leader indulged in some skeptical banter. Referring to Reagan's forthcoming speech to the U.N., Gromyko asked the President, in English, "How many arrows will you shoot at me tomorrow?" Reagan smilingly answered that he had no arrows in his quiver. Gromyko pressed on: "Twenty arrows? Ten?" Reagan let Jeane Kirkpatrick, U.S. Ambassador to the U.N., reply for him: "Not even a dart will be thrown...
...final offensive." Iraq is desperate to end the war it started; Iran is determined to destroy Saddam Hussein at any cost; and Saudi Arabia is terrified of a possible Iranian victory. That adds up to a bad formula for peace. Thus, while insurance rates climb and world oil prices quiver, the tanker war is likely to go on. Summarizing his country's new policy, the leader of Iran's parliament, Ali Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani, told his countrymen last week that they should be prepared for a "long-drawn-out war with the U.S." Said he: "Either the gulf...
Without preamble, the three-piece band cuts loose. In the spotlight, the lanky singer flails furious rhythms on his guitar, every now and then breaking a string. In a pivoting stance, his hips swing sensuously from side to side and his entire body takes on a frantic quiver, as if he had swallowed a jackhammer. Full-cut hair tousles over his forehead, and sideburns frame his petulant, full-lipped face. His style is partly hillbilly, partly socking rock 'n' roll. His loud baritone goes raw and whining in the high notes, but down low it is rich...
...riverbed reefs ? labor so uselessly expended when concrete is available that it can only be economical if recognized as forced labor. Farther down the river, at Wanxian, a young woman stevedore, of the same age as the oscilloscope workers, bends and stoops; all her muscles quiver as she heaves and finally lifts two huge buckets of pig livers for the third-class passengers. She staggers, makes it, totters up the gangplank. She is followed by other young women, beasts of burden, staggering under the bales, the cartons, the loadings of the vessel. I am pleased to watch them revolt...
...their fear of the stone that will lie on them, no I would find Nefertiri and I would fuck Her. The thought of my cock in Her, my agony in Her honey, my fatigue in Her wealth, my pride in Her royal privacy, my beating heart in Her sweet quiver, my peasant meet in the sauce of a Queen, my sword in Usermare's [the Pharsolt's] skin!--every high and low passion I ever felt came together, and my life was simple. I would fuck Her or die in the attempt...