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Word: ruin (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...blowing grass. I've got too many friends disproving that theory. We all started on grass, but they are now dropping acid, popping speed and sniffing glue. Getting high is a great feeling, but it is a greater feeling being free and seeing someone else, and not yourself, ruin his life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Oct. 10, 1969 | 10/10/1969 | See Source »

...South Carolina real estate deal several years ago, although neither apparently knew the other. Indiana's Democratic Senator Birch Bayh, leader of the Senate Judiciary Committee's anti-Haynsworth faction, dispatched an investigator to interview Baker. An amused Baker refused to help, asking: "Do you want to ruin my reputation by associating me with Haynsworth...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: THE HAYNSWORTH HASSLE | 10/10/1969 | See Source »

...that I may live and work with the creme de la creme. " That young man from Illinois had an academic rating of 2, and achievement scores over 780 in both American History and Chemistry. But his personal rating was 4, and he was rejected. "That kind of phrase can ruin you," Peterson says...

Author: By Joel R. Kramer, | Title: Admissions: 'Personal' Rating Is Crucial | 9/18/1969 | See Source »

Famous prima donnas are apt to regard a bout with contemporary opera as roughly equivalent to a gargle with sulphuric acid. Modern composers, singers say, don't know how to write. They ruin voices by demanding odd and un-vocal sounds. Though this attitude is widespread, there is evidence that it is less a matter of fact than fashion. Birgit Nilsson, though she sings no contemporary opera at all, points out that composers are usually ahead of performers. Wagner's Tristan und Isolde, she observes, was abandoned as un-performable, "yet nowadays no dramatic soprano can be considered...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Opera: The Devils and Reardon | 8/22/1969 | See Source »

What are they to make of this chaos of which new worlds are forever being engendered, only to crumble in ruin the moment after? What are they to say to this primeval, this foaming, roaring, raging sea of sound, to these dancing stars, to these breath-taking irridescent, and flashing breakers...

Author: By Chris Rochester, | Title: Gustav Mahler | 8/19/1969 | See Source »

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