Word: utters
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Millions of readers do, and they utter it with a masochistic tremolo last in fashion when lovestruck ladies knelt before candlelit glossies of Rudolph Valentino carrying a horsewhip. The cute brute of the moment is Dominic Challenger, hero of a new novel called Wicked Loving Lies that sold close to 3 million copies in the first month of publication and forms the leading edge of a new wave of mass literary entertainment. Abandoned by Hollywood as too corny and too expensive to produce, shunned by television as unsuitable for the small screen, the costume epic is taking over the bookstalls...
Tarkenton's extraordinary records, his longevity and hardiness-he has missed but one game because of injury-his utter command of the 100-yd.-long environment of football and his success outside the game would seem to leave him with few challenges. But there remains a restlessness in him, a relentless drive. "The problem I have with life," Tarkenton has written in his autobiography, "is that I have more things I want to do than I have time to do. I'm talking about a deep involvement. You can get it on the football field, of course...
...hears wealthy Easterners proclaim a distaste for fancy living and a love of the underprivileged: "Everybody had sworn off fashion, but somehow nobody moved to Cincinnati to work among the poor." That is why he deflates the comic-strip balloons that people who think they are humane so often utter: "Or as a well-known, full-grown socialite. Amanda Burden, said ... 'The sophistication of the baby blacks has made me rethink my attitudes.' " That is why he mocks the now pieties of the new morality: "Our eyes met, our lips met, our bodies met, and then we were...
...denials and rebuttals (those whom TIME sought to interview for their version either refused to talk or failed to return phone calls). It is true that they were dealing with a capricious, iron-willed man. They may argue that they were only obeying orders: Hughes wanted to live in utter privacy, away from the bedevilments of process servers and litigious lawyers hoping to cash in on his billions. He wanted, they may contend, protection from the prying press, which Hughes loathed with a passion. He also wanted isolation from the bacteria-filled world. Hughes was obsessed by a fear...
...this with the sensitively understated Gilman as prim Miss Prism, Cecily's spinster governess. Severe in a herringbone suit, her frizzy yellow hair drawn back tightly in a bun, Gilman stands in her characteristic pose, hands clasped in front of her, and expresses dismay, skepticism and repressed lust with utter conviction...