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Word: thought (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...which the way a towel's folds are echoed by the edge of a bowl and the curved iron brace of a washstand acquires an importance verging on the moral. Balthus' world is whole, and everything in it, one is persuaded, is riveted there by prolonged thought...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Nymphets of Balthus | 11/28/1977 | See Source »

...feel better about money, trainees play financial games, dance to songs about money, imagine cash piling up on their laps and chew dollar bills. Some of the trainees are reluctant to chew at first. Explains Ruby Buchanan, 30, a cosmetics distributor: "I thought about all the places it has been, and all the hands that touched it. Then, as I chewed, it just began to feel like a piece of wood. I think it helps change your perception of money. I now feel less guilty when I spend, for instance." Trainees are given "treasure maps" and told to paste...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: Chewing for Dollars | 11/28/1977 | See Source »

...Lines agent in Los Angeles, reports a spreading phenomenon: when the van rolls up to a house to move a family, the wife abruptly announces she has changed her mind and will not go. Says Rosie Montgomery, a counselor at the Women's Center in Dallas: "Women always thought of going along as a wifely duty. Now they are saying, 'Wait a minute; it's my life too, and my children's lives...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: The Immobile Society | 11/28/1977 | See Source »

...father. "Did I ever tell you about Elizabeth?" she writes to a friend many years later. "She's manic-Anne and sometimes sexy-Anne. You've seen her. But perhaps didn't know her name. My father called me 'a-little-bitch.' I thought he meant my name was Elizabeth...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Living with the Excitable Gift | 11/28/1977 | See Source »

...middle of a flight to St. Louis to give a reading. I was reading a New Yorker story that made me think of my mother and all alone in the seat I whispered to her 'I know, Mother, I know.' (Found a pen!) And I thought of you-someday flying somewhere all alone and me dead perhaps and you wishing to speak...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Living with the Excitable Gift | 11/28/1977 | See Source »

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