Word: softenings
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...your omelet pan. Eggs unadulterated with guilt may soon be back on your menu. Once considered a valuable, low-cost source of high- quality protein, eggs became dietary villains because of their high cholesterol. Now that hard-boiled approach to one of nature's most delectable foods may soften...
...star, playing a Manhattan bookstore manager named Isabelle Grossman, is made to look tired and behave with moral myopia. Can't Isabelle see that the European author (Jeroen Krabbe) who courts her is just one more serpent-eyed wordsmith who would flatter a pretty woman's intellect to soften her resolve? Can't she tell that sweet-souled Sam Posner (Peter Riegert), a pickle salesman from the old neighborhood, is the guy for her? Isabelle's Yiddishe grandma (Reizl Bozyk) can tell, in cliches that fall from her lips like ripe plums...
...pieces, like Joe's precocious sexual initiation at 15, but no dramatic confrontations or full-orchestra effects. Instead, Powers works through a series of small, sharply observed moments. Joe gradually opens up to his curate, forging a paternal relationship that is a form of love. But as his emotions soften, his principles harden. Implicitly, he encourages an antiwar draft dodger, the son of a jingoistic local columnist. "I have to follow my conscience, informed or not, and you do," Joe tells the boy. "That, despite all the evidence to the contrary, is the mind of the Church...
Meese decided to get out while the getting was good. As a past master of White House spin control, he knew he could soften the sting of McKay's report by characterizing it himself before anyone else knew what was in it. Moreover, Meese realized that his effectiveness at Justice was crippled. The department is operating with three of its four top officials having been there only a short while, and morale is such that U.S. attorneys joke that the nation's highest law officer is barely staying a step ahead of the sheriff...
...degrees F wind scoured the boards of his tiny home, gusting and swirling up to 30 m.p.h., drying, loosening, lofting, trying again to blow him away. The big prairie sun, without a wisp of cloud to soften it, hammered the land as far as a squinted eye could see, which is a long way out there...