Word: stare
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...does find something for her candied prose to cloy on. "He stirred in me all the emotions present in an intimate relationship," pants Huffington, who never met Picasso. "I was seduced by his magnetism, his intensity, that mysterious quality of inexhaustibility bursting forth from the transfixing stare of his black-marble eyes as much as from his work . . . Picasso was for the women and for many of the men in his life both the irresistibly sensual and seductive Don Juan and the divine Krishna." Add Dallas to Callas, and presto: Phallus...
...lobby to calm his nerves with a cigarette. "That thing doesn't miss much," he says. "I guess my first reaction when I found out I had to play it was 'Oh, no!' Computers are so meticulous. There's no psychology involved. You can't even stare your opponent in the eyes...
...then the younger brother to whom the torch was passed. Again, as a brother, he had to battle past his own dark night of the soul to take up a doomed burden, knowing that every time he rose to speak in front of a crowd it was to stare his own death in the eye. But the Kennedy magic, both a blessing and a curse, attached to him, and he quickly became a Senator, then a rebel candidate for President. Almost as quickly, he too was killed...
Boredom and isolation make prison unbearable, some inmates say. "You ever get irritated during class, stare out the window until the bell rings, get up and leave without caring what you missed? It's like that for whole years in here," Williams says. "There's nothing in this building to make you feel good about yourself, and [the guards] get paid to make it worse. You have to shut yourself off to survive...
Freud was an unimposing man, 5 ft. 7 in. tall and nearly always dressed in conservative coat and tie. He did, however, have a penetrating stare, and an English analyst who visited him after World War I noted the "forward thrust of his head and critical exploring gaze of his keenly piercing eyes." There was the neatly trimmed beard and the ever present cigar. He was addicted. Writing to his fiancee in the early 1880s, Freud the lover justified his tobacco habit with the romantic observation that "smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss." Elsewhere, in a professional...