Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Olympic bombing in Atlanta, even though he's eluded their dragnet for almost nine months without straying far from his backyard. Rudolph is also wanted for an attack on an Alabama abortion clinic in which an off-duty policeman was killed, but the feds hope the new charges will smoke him out of his North Carolina mountain hideout. "Investigators hope that the new charges will make any antiabortion fanatics who may be helping Rudolph back off," says TIME Atlanta bureau reporter Tim Roche...
...know pregnant women shouldn't smoke. But a study out last week warns they also should avoid breathing anyone else's smoke. For the first time, scientists have shown that embryos in women exposed to passive smoke may develop unique genetic mutations, which researchers suspect may be linked to childhood cancer...
...take over for book's words; for instance, the idea of "haze," a play off Dolores Haze's name which is so prominent in the novel, transforms itself into visible haze in the film, from Humbert's grainy remembrance of his first love, Annabel, to the ever-present cigarette smoke blowing around Quilty and Charlotte Haze's heads. Ethics become obscured amid scenes filled with sweeping vistas of mountains and green hills. Ennio Morricone's contemplative musical score swells with a "Rhapsody in Blue"-like theme, contributing to the movie's seductive power to flood our ears and eyes with...
...unpleasant as just plain flimsy. The best she can muster, for example, to explain societal degradation is to insist simplistically that "lawyers and loan sharks/are laying America to waste." There are small pleasures to be had on Taming the Tiger, like Mitchell's confidently unconventional melodies, her dark and smoke-ravaged voice and the occasional appearances of deft saxophonist Wayne Shorter. Still, one can't help but wonder what happened to Joni Mitchell since we lost her 20 years ago. On Taming the Tiger, at least, she is nowhere to be found...
...smell of blue cigar smoke wafted through the air. He wore a black Atlanta Falcons jacket, a light straw hat, and clenched the stub of said cigar in his teeth. A curious crowd of locals, tourists and onlookers gathered round the well-worn chess board in silence. Hands moved lighting-fast to place pieces and then tap down the time clock...