Word: reads
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...stirred up political turmoil in Argentina. More than 50,000 members of the populist dictator's Peronist Party and its trade union ally, the General Confederation of Labor, attended a Mass of mourning last week. Distraught Peronistas cried in one another's arms. Some held up posters that read YOUR HANDS ARE THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE. The government of President Raul Alfonsin, which only two months ago survived a military uprising, blamed "rightist" elements bent on destabilizing the country's young democracy for the theft...
...thought he was a hero who could save the day/ By making Nicaraguan Commies go away/ He never ever learned to read the law so well/ But he could shred paper like ringing a bell...
...mutual respect. At one point Sullivan demanded to see a passage from prior testimony cited by Liman. "Fortunately," Liman said, smiling wryly as he reached for the document, "I am prepared." Sullivan smirked and shot back, "I knew you would be!" As the crowd tittered, Liman asked, "Can I read you something? Will you trust me to read this?" Replied Sullivan almost playfully: "If I did, I wouldn't admit it." In that moment it was clear that these adversaries, though locked in high-stakes combat, were enjoying the fight...
...investigators have admitted altering their assessments of portions of Bracy's polygraph results from "nondeceptive" to "deceptive." (The Marine brass say the changes were merely "administrative.") Powell, an eleven-year corps veteran, insists that Bracy was ordered to sign an inaccurate summary of his statement without being allowed to read it. But when one of his interrogators then jumped up and shouted, "We've got ourselves another spy!" Bracy immediately denied saying anything of the kind. He also denied any sexual involvement with Soviet women and, says Powell, was held incommunicado for hours in a motel room after...
Writers want to be read; most of them will also confess to dreams of striking it rich. Every so often, reality conspires to reward both desires at once. The latest beneficiary of this bolt-from-the-blue largesse is a Chicagoan named Scott Turow, 38. Since 1978 he has been a lawyer in his hometown, working for eight years in the U.S. Attorney's office and then as a partner in a private firm. He has also, like thousands of others among the gainfully employed, written in his spare time. Eventually he completed his first novel. Unlike most such manuscripts...