Word: staring
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Children tested divided themselves into two categories: those who simply grabbed a toy and left, casting a curious stare at the adult experimenters; and those who hesitated, changed their minds, and showed some anxiety at the problem of choice presented to them...
...Street announcing the opera performances like town criers. Opening day saw square dances in front of the opera house, and a surrey with the fringe on top conveyed dignitaries to the ceremonies. The nostalgically inclined can bucket out to deserted mines in Jeeps, watch a pony-express ride, or stare at The Face on the Barroom Floor, a new face commissioned to please the tourists who, in turn, prefer to believe that it is the 19th century original. Despite the diverting hoopla, some 27,000 opera lovers are buying seats this season to hear those authentic old Western masters Mozart...
Next to the Paraguayan embassy's main entrance on bustling Calle Via-monte in downtown Buenos Aires, a small, dark doorway ducks down into a forbidding, grottolike cellar. A bored cop stands guard outside, and some times passers-by stop to stare. For seven years, nine months, two weeks and a few odd days, the cellar has been home to Brothers Juan Carlos Cardoso, 46, and Luis Amadeo Cardoso, 41, making them easily the current champions in that treasured Latin American institution known as political asylum. Only Peru's Victor Raul Haya de la Torre, who fled...
Murder at the Gallop. A body lies on the floor. A little to one side, on all fours, crouches a fat old bloodhound. Its ears are pendulous, its muzzle is prominent, its bloodshot eyes stare dolefully out of enormous pouches. "Dead!" the bloodhound woofs with astonishment, and then, with a dramatic flourish of its dewlaps, the comical creature rears up on its skinny hind legs and goes waddling off on the scent of the killer...
...They stare at the bandstand in monkish silence, nodding sagely to the rhythm of drums and bass. Every song is a séance for them, and they listen with every muscle. They are devout, transported, almost catatonic, and when the music stops, there is a little lost moment while their eyes blink and they heave the sigh of the far voyager come home. Then they smile approvingly and say, "Yeah...