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...himself to perk up, or to take action, or (occasionally) to give up, then qualifying and qualifying that advice until the qualification itself, the delicate attempts to fine-tune one's own emotions, become the real subject of the music: he starts by telling himself to wake up and smell the coffee, and ends by becoming a coffee connoisseur. (One Orange Juice song is even called "Breakfast Time." Self-mocking...

Author: By Steve L. Burt, | Title: Citrus and Paradise | 12/2/1993 | See Source »

...memories of repeated incest and other bizarre incidents be so repressed that the victim is totally unaware of them until they emerge during therapy or as the result of a triggering sight, smell or sound...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Repressed-Memory Therapy: Lies of the Mind | 11/29/1993 | See Source »

...Gulf War had started, Kay was dozing in an armchair at his construction battalion's camp in Saudi Arabia, more than 100 miles from the Kuwaiti border. At 3 a.m. an exploding Scud missile jolted him awake. Before Kay had time to clamp on his gas mask, the acrid smell of ammonia assaulted his lungs, and he watched a whitish gray cloud drift over the camp. Says he: "Right after that, people started getting sick...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Gulf Gas Mystery | 11/22/1993 | See Source »

Baines is illiterate but not ignorant. Watching Ada rapt at her piano, listening to the music with which she speaks, he can detect a passion in this woman that he too wants to play. He is not a fastidious wooer. He will smell her jacket, or investigate her stockings until he finds a tiny hole that reveals skin he can touch. Soon his mind is seized with Ada. After she leaves, Baines is haunted by the echo and odor of a tiny, sinewy woman who, because she seems to be pure will unadorned by coquetry, has sparked...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Wuthering Eighty-Eights | 11/22/1993 | See Source »

...semester at Harvard was over. Incredibly homesick (or rather, citysick, since I didn't miss my folks at all), I would take the T to Boston Harbor just to feel the wind whipping over the water. I'd walk all the way to Fresh Pond just so I could smell some evergreen trees...

Author: By Lori E. Smith, | Title: Second to Seattle | 11/11/1993 | See Source »

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