Word: riche
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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That, of course, may be mere sentimentalism. Whatever works. Loneliness is the Great Satan. Jane Austen, who knew everything about courtship, would have understood the personals columns perfectly. Her novel Emma, in fact, begins, "Emma Woodhouse, handsome, happy, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition." The line might go right into the New York Review of Books...
...unaware visitor might have assumed it was the eve of a joint concert by Bruce Springsteen, Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra and Lawrence Welk. But the tickets, belched out by computers at a peak rate of 22,000 a minute, bought admission to something else: the Great American Get- Rich-Quick Fantasy. As what the tabloids promptly dubbed Lotto Lunacy became epidemic, some 4,000 outlets across the state handled 72 million separate bets. The storm of ticket buying reached such a pitch that thousands of hopeful pilgrims flocked in from Connecticut, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and even farther afield. Players...
Mitterand: Well, you could have met with Tutu. It would have been a symbolic gesture and might have given your police some breathing space. Don't forget, P.W., you've got a lot of very rich people on your side. Most of them would put up an enormous battle before pulling stock out of a country with such a cheap labor market. Besides, your gold mines supply 70 percent of the free world and you only have to pay the workers $55 each week. As far as some of the western exports go--do you think IBM would pull...
That August night, we found ourselves in the usual place, amid familiar company. As the summer of 1984 drew to a close, Ike and I sat sipping Michelobs, watching cable T.V., critiquing videos, and reminiscing in Rich's basement. Rich, Neil and Mike were also there, of course. Everything was as it always had been...
...news travelled quickly Two nights later, Rich, Neil and I stood at Ike's front door to pay our respects to his family and to share their grief. I remember speechlessly shaking hands with Ike's father. I remember thinking. What do you say to a man who just lost his only son? I doubt he remembers seeing me at all that night. He was far away, or deep within himself...