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Word: touche (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Bottle of Bliss. "Is the LSD state a model of madness, a touch of schizophrenia, or is it a short cut to Zen satori, nirvana for the millions?" asks Dr. Cohen. His answer:, it is certainly not schizophrenia, and it differs from a true psychosis much as a wooden model bridge differs from the Golden Gate. Conflicting reports of diametrically opposite results with LSD are difficult to explain. Some subjects found the experience as horrible as any psychosis and would have no more of it; others, with the same dose, could not get too much. "Was it possible that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Drugs: The Pros & Cons of LSD | 12/18/1964 | See Source »

Boom-Boom. Back in the U.S. the combo's "ethnic jazz" gained a wide audience. But in the mounting din of his drummers Mann found himself becoming "a sideman in my own group" and he fled to Brazil. He came back playing a new music that helped touch off the bossa-nova craze...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Jazz: The Third Thing | 12/18/1964 | See Source »

...with gentle pastels or vibrant reds, yellows, pinks, blues. This is the way things ought to be, he wistfully suggests, not yet faded with the passing seasons into the greyness of things as they are. Hollywood has been performing such tricks for years, but rarely with so graceful a touch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Esso Operetta | 12/18/1964 | See Source »

...first duties was to unpack the crates in which the glass models were shipped from Europe. Later, he mounted, displayed, and repaired the specimens; in fact, except for the father-and-son team of German artisans who made the flowers, he was the only person ever to touch them...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: L. Bierweiler, Past Curator, Dies At 77 | 12/14/1964 | See Source »

...defeat of a woman in whose face life has closed its door. Promised a view of an "estuary of black swans," Anthea imagines herself standing on the promontory that is covered by paperbark trees, near enough to see the writhing of the black necks. "Did she altogether want? Or touch the papery bark, flaking down, down around the grey dunny,* into opalescent scales. Sun and wind, to say nothing of moonlight, had worked upon the paper-barks. Better to watch without becoming involved in any process of skin. She withdrew her hand, finally, out of reach of further experience...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Voices of Silence | 12/11/1964 | See Source »

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