Word: sweeting
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Since then he has seen quite a few changes and made fine, weird, wired rock-'n'-roll music out of all of them, no matter how bizarre or diverse-high school memories and heroin jags, sweet romances and violent one-night stands, soirées with Warhol's underground crew and cruises through the lowlife. There has been one constant throughout. That gun is still drawn, and likely loaded. Danger is what Lou Reed's music has always been about. And that makes it classic, vital rock 'n' roll...
...dragon. The hero is about to save his enemy by attacking the gunman from the rear. In another drawing, the monster has become an enormous furry rabbit. "The rabbit is as armored as the dragon," Steinberg points out. "It has the impenetrable armor of fat fluff. It is invincibly sweet. There are, you see, two sorts of danger. One is being hit by a giant boulder: the direct assault of the world. The other is being overcome by a mountain of fluff, or molasses. The softness is as dreadful as the hardness...
...said, "What have I done to Nixon? My daughter died right here... She was so sweet... I'll give you my daughter's beautiful shirt. Take it back to the United States. Tell them what happened here... She will never wear the shirt again... It hurts so much...
...Felpham," he wrote in 1800 to his sculptor friend John Flaxman from his new home in the countryside, "is a sweet place for Study, because it is more Spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden Gates: her windows are not obstructed by vapours: voices of Celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard, & their forms more distinctly seen . . . Now Begins a New life, because another covering of Earth is shaken off. I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive." Outside the madhouse or the monastery, no Englishman alive then-and no European...
...sweet old lady walked to the front of the bus and asked to be let off "by the mailbox at the corner." Another lady appeared just as the bus resumed speed, and asked to be let off "at the Gulf station." I know I should respect my elders, but if there was more than 20 yards between the mailbox and the gas station, I will eat my tennis shorts. Then again, I'm the one who figured on reaching the campus by noon...