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Word: soule (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...think Shelby is unique in this she is the type of person who would decide to apply at West Point in the first place and would decide two years later that that wasn't really for her," Coach Hays says of her captain "Shelby is a very independent soul. She is a great combination of people. She can work hard and encourage others to work hard and meanwhile maintain a positive self-image...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Shelby Calvert | 1/26/1983 | See Source »

...Year has no soul...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Jan. 24, 1983 | 1/24/1983 | See Source »

...unorthodox but expressive detail that may be overlooked in the theater. In Wotan's sorrowfully reflective second-act monologue in Die Walküre, Bass-Baritone Donald McIntyre stands before a full-length mirror; tearing off the patch that covers his lost eye, Wotan searches for his soul and finds only an emptiness that foreshadows the twilight of the gods. For all its mythic dimensions, the Ring is basically a family tragedy, just the thing for the intimacy of the small screen. Conductor Pierre Boulez presides over a transparent reading of the score that is as untraditional...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Through the Looking Glass | 1/24/1983 | See Source »

...Jean Aurenche, has a way of sneaking brutal truths home in comic forms that range from the bon mot to the shaggy-dog story. The film is all very dislocating: the audience does not expect to see black comedy played out in bleached-white settings or to find the soul of an existential epigrammatist lurking under a rumpled bush jacket. It is also tough, smart and marvelously unpredictable...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Alive and Well in Europe | 1/24/1983 | See Source »

...there within he shall live--a Negro and a Negro's son. Holding in that little head ... the unbowed pride of a hunted race, clinging with that tiny dimpled hand ... to a hope not hopeless but unhopeful, and seeing with those bright wondering eyes that peer into my soul a land whose freedom is to us a mockery and whose liberty a lie. I saw the Shadow of the Veil as it passed over my baby. I saw the cold city towering above the blood-red land. I held my face beside his little cheek, showed him the star-children...

Author: By Archie C. Epps iii, | Title: Martin Luther King And His Times | 1/17/1983 | See Source »

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