Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...escape the Watergate scandal-the bungled burglary at Democratic headquarters, and then the coverup, the lies, the hush money, the demands upon subordinates to "stonewall"-Nixon finally invoked the language of Theodore Roosevelt to describe himself as "the man in the arena whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs. . ." Next day, the official day of resignation, he was near tears as he bade his staff farewell. He talked about his mother, "a saint," and urged his followers to be charitable. "Others may hate you," he said, "but those who hate...
...pure sleaze music, transcendent narcissism, and of course Prince. Purple Rain reveals consummate nerve and an unnerving energy level. Though laden with a number of obvious flaws, Purple Rain somehow rises above all that murk--that kid from Minnesota just may be on the way to doing for leather, sweat and narcissism what Warhol did for the Campbell's Soup Can. Neither is nice, but they...
...movie opens with a sweat-dripping scene of the Kid and his band "Revolution"--who are dressed like an amalgam of Errol Flynn and Donna Summer and make Bette Midler's antics look angelic--onstage at the First Avenue Club & 7th Street Entry, a Minneapolis club where Prince also used to play. In the middle of "Let's Go Crazy," enter Apollonia, a New Orleans singer trying desperately to make it in the business. While success continues to elude her, she soon finds both the Kid and his worst enemy, the smoother-than-oil, quintessentially villainous Morris...
...first time tears flowed at last week's Democratic Convention, nor the first time history was made. Two nights before, the Rev. Jesse Jackson, voice hoarse, shirt soaked with sweat, had moved even delegates opposed to him with an evangelical plea for "the desperate, the damned, the disinherited, the disrespected and the despised." He was the first black to play so pivotal a role at a major-party convention, the leader of a significant bloc of delegates (he got 465½ votes on the roll call for the presidential nomination) whose every move and word stirred anxious speculation...
...laws of a romantic poet-packing in all the vivid details, then going for broke. He was a prodigious sufferer. He managed to embrace all the guilt there was to religion, all the shame there was in sex. He dressed in his own kind of sackcloth-sneakers, work pants, sweat-stained shirt. He allowed his teeth to rot. When anger and frustration built up in him, he would smash his fist into the nearest wall or bloodily shatter the glass he was holding. "Nearly all the time," he wrote after one bender, "I am incompetent for work, or for thinking...