Word: sicked
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...arrival at Prague's smoked glass and concrete Palace of Culture, Brezhnev did not look like a sick man. But appearances were deceiving. His eleven-page 22-minute address to the congress was remarkably brief compared with some of his three-and four-hour Moscow marathons, and it was delivered in the halting, distorted manner that first began raising questions about his health in 1974. His face appeared puffy, waxen and occasionally flushed, possibly because of the cortisone treatment he is said to receive. Attentive aides were constantly at Brezhnev's side, helping...
...every few years-or months-some charismatic public character takes a slug from an itinerant mental case caressing a bizarre fantasy in his brain and the sick, secret weight of a pistol in his pocket...
...swarm of armed Secret Service men and Washington, B.C., police. "Then I saw them kick a gun away, and I followed it to where it stopped near Brady's head," says Brown. "I stayed with that shot for a while, but then I was getting upset and sick and so I turned back to the scene with the assailant." During those numbing, terrifying seconds, says Brown, 32, a Viet Nam veteran, "I had to keep telling myself, 'Hank, do your job. Keep rolling. If you do it, it will help ABC and the police.' " Adds NBC Cameraman...
...shorter. She wished she'd picked a useful topic instead of the epitome of esoterica: The effect of Cheddi Jagan's economic policies on bauxite production in Guyana in the early '60s. Guyana--it wasn't that she was bored with the topic so much as she was simply sick of hearing Jim Jones jokes from people who had asked about her thesis and then felt awkward because they had nothing to say. Heather decided she wanted to go home...
Heather was halfway through the secondary sources when she got sick of typing and pruned her bibliography. Lisa had returned with the thesis and an armful of apples and was finishing the proofreading. Heather thumbed through the pages. They were beautiful, but she felt an overwhelming sense of in-completion, as if she were handing in a good first draft, as if there were still sources to be read, analysis to be added, ideas to polish. She couldn't quite believe it was finished...