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...scream at someone for using the word “plethora”? How many episodes of Family Guy?I could tally up stories written, but how about laughs, tears, screams, sweat, words typed, pages designed, headlines punned, photos photoshopped, drinks chugged, cold Chinese food eaten, homework undone, hours unslept?It seems I’ve outplayed my own game. To prove that statistics don’t matter, I have to first make it seem like they do.And since I know that in the end, numbers are irrelevant, I can’t be comfortable with including them even...

Author: By Lisa Kennelly, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: PARTING SHOTS: Telling the Whole Sports Story, Statistics and All | 6/5/2006 | See Source »

Along the streets, we catch the haggard, unslept faces of the besieged, a glimpse of their trudging, cringing body English. Shops boarded up. The driver, who is, improbably, a Russian, pitches the Renault along, overrevving and popping the clutch, to the National Library. It is a splendid 19th century Moorish building that has been hammered so often, so heavily, that it is a gutted shell. In a city where more than 17,000 have been killed and 110,000 wounded since the siege began last spring, it may be odd to be disturbed by the fate of a building...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Ruin of a Cat, the Ghost of a Dog | 12/14/1992 | See Source »

...thin young man with the look of an unslept jailbird -- he is wanted by the army, like his best friend who was killed just now -- stops for a second, his body's engine racing, in front of a shop with a mannequin in its window dressed in a stately white wedding gown. The fugitive speaks with a distracted courtesy, wanting to be polite but needing to flee for his life, and then vanishes into an alley. The owner of the shop slams down his steel curtain over the window with the wedding gown. The mannequin bride goes blank...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: An Intifadeh Of the Soul | 7/23/1990 | See Source »

...opened the bedroom door - ours was one of those rare Stoughton rooms which have a bedroom - and looked within. No sign of life; the bed unslept-in, undisturbed. What, then, had happened, if not the terrible tragedy that I was ready to think I had seen...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 5/6/1881 | See Source »

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