Word: rubs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...have been in the interest of Israel and certainly not in the interest of Jews as a people. Because the longer Israel maintains this obstinate attitude, the more likely it is to evoke the ire, the dissatisfaction, the resentment of the people of the world. That in itself will rub off on the Jewish people, which is something we deplore. The more Zionism resorts to intrigue, whipping up animosity, the more the world by innuendo will blame not just Israel but the Jewish people, some of whom are completely innocent. We consider it logical to expect the good Jews...
...what Picasso was to the first half of the 20th. But Rubens' influence then went on, which Picasso's shows no sign of doing, for another 200 years. First there were his ex-students, Anthony Van Dyck and Jacob Jordaens. Even more important were the French Rubénistes. "From the moment I received it, I have not had a moment's repose," Antoine Watteau wrote to his patron Julienne after he had been given a picture by Rubens, "and my eyes are never weary of returning toward the easel where I have placed...
...than medical terms, says Medvedev. In the hotbeds of centenarianism, the aged are venerated and may even have postage stamps issued in their honor. The cult's prominence in Georgia was fostered by Georgian-born Stalin, who apparently began to hope, at around age 70, that longevity might rub...
...have sex," says the man who is not exactly a social recluse. "To hit is to show strength. It's two against one at the plate, the pitcher and the catcher versus you. When I'm up there, I'm thinking, 'Try everything you want. Rub up the ball. Move the fielders around. Throw me hard stuff, soft stuff. Try anything. I'm still going to hit that ball.' God, do I love to hit that little round sumbitch out of the park and make 'em say 'Wow!' " Opposing pitchers like...
...Coleman, it is semblances that mark the working man different from the college professor. Give a man a blue collar, lace him up in boots and levis, rub dirt into his hands, face and joints and he will be a working man for a day until a bath after supper has swept these petty distinctions from his natural form. Coleman's earnest, nearlaughable effort to play the role to its hilt--munching the very last of the grits at the oh-so blue-collar diner, mouthing the curse-words he once choked on in front of his students--bespeaks...