Word: sheerly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...called mode copying. In Los Angeles in the mid 1980s, robbers started breaking car windows with bricks and snatching handbags--a bluntly effective technique that was quickly picked up by imitators and came to be known as the "smash and grab." But copycat criminals are often lured by the sheer thrill of making headlines. They see America in a furor over Pepsi tampering or high school shootings, and regard it as a quick way to achieve significance. It is a power trip for the powerless, those who feel they have nothing to lose...
...bloodstained gloves to a fellow officer in the NYPD. And so Volpe's lawyer, local star Marvin Kornberg, never even presented a defense, and the disgraced cop is pleading guilty to all charges. He faces 25 years to life -- and will probably get more rather than less. "Besides the sheer awfulness of what he did, Volpe really didn't give the government any reason for leniency," says TIME legal correspondent Adam Cohen. "Generally, giving up when your defense has fallen apart doesn't get you much in the way of mercy...
Annie Proulx twirls words like a black-hat badman twirling Colts, fires them off for the sheer hell of it, blam, blam, no thought of missing, empty beer cans jump in the dust, misses one, laughs, reloads, blams some more. Something like that...
...first storm laying down black ice, hard orange dawn, the world smoking, snaking dust devils on bare dirt, heat boiling out of the sun until the paint on the truck hood curled, ragged webs of dry rain that never hit the ground..." On this fine recitation goes, by sheer loopy eloquence getting a couple of beat-up bull riders from rodeo to rodeo in their falling-apart pickup, ending with, "...turning into midnight motel entrances with RING OFFICE BELL signs or steering onto the black prairie for a stunned hour of sleep." That's in a story called...
...live in the shadow of the Fly. The final club's red-brick edifice stands within feet of the entrance to Lowell House, which I pass through to start and end each day, and many times in between. On a sunny spring day, the breeze stirs the sheer curtains through open windows. At night, the low, rhythmic beat of the bass from music at the Fly resonates softly through my room on Lowell's lower courtyard...