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Word: sleeps (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...worked harder on my mission than ever before or since," Griffin says. "You get less sleep than when you are in school...

Author: By Kevin Toh, | Title: 'That Adventuresome Spirit' | 11/3/1989 | See Source »

...question the good sense that is exercised when any well dressed "normal looking" individual is let into entryway. I also question the good sense exercised when freshman women sleep with their doors unlocked. (I was a freshman once also; half the women in my entryway left their doors unlocked at night...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Security | 11/1/1989 | See Source »

...wickedest city in the world." The evening of April 17, when the nonpareil Enrico Caruso sang in Carmen at the Grand Opera House before repairing to the fabulous Palace Hotel (a telephone and bath for every room, no less), was simply the glittering usual. As the populace drifted to sleep that night, all was well. Who could have dreamed that in only a few hours little would remain of this luminous metropolis but some blackened hills and charred ruins by the Golden Gate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: First The Shaking, Then the Flames | 10/30/1989 | See Source »

...distinct stages lasting a minute and five seconds, the quaking stunned the populace out of sleep into an incomprehensible terror of showering plaster, scattering bric-a-brac, breaking dishes, shifting furniture, toppling walls and collapsing roofs. Waterfront houses lurched and fell apart, hotels hopped off their foundations. In the working-class district south of Market Street, tenements turned into tangled splinters, and four hotels capsized and collapsed, trapping scores. An added blast rattled the area, as the city gas plant blew up. Thousands of chimneys plunged through roofs. Many residents drowned, trapped, in deluges from ruptured water mains. An elaborate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: First The Shaking, Then the Flames | 10/30/1989 | See Source »

...would be delightful to think that he actually uttered those words, looking for sermons in the shaking stones. In any case, Muir was alone in the moonlit mountains, and so he could indulge his charming 19th century awe. When the earth turned in its sleep, it crushed much landscape in the folds, but somehow the event could keep its innocence. When nature does something awful, after all, is it part of the electrical display of God the Father, or merely geography rearranging itself, obeying an impersonal agenda...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: When the Earth Cracks Open | 10/30/1989 | See Source »

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