Word: vomitings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Your feature article on Attica prison [Sept. 27] made me want to vomit. What do you think the troopers should have attacked with-ice cream cones...
...golf, and after-dinner dancing squarely into the hopper. At first, he only groaned; his hands anchored to the enamel circle, he prayed for his heart to fall back into first without tearing out the transmission. And then he began with methodic attention to wipe from his face the vomit and sweat...
...attractive lady asked him to put it out. He recognized her as Dr. Joyce Brothers, whose cool, blonde analyses unkink snarled psyches on TV and in the newspapers, and hastened to extinguish the cheroot. But the aroma apparently lingered on and Psychologist Brothers came back. "I'll vomit in your lap if you don't put out that cigar," said Dr. Brothers. "You're asking me to put away my virility symbol," answered the traveler, determined to show that he knew a psychological thing or two. Later, as he was waiting to disembark after the plane...
...aware that he was his own best witness at the trial, considers himself by now an expert on the horrors of war. He has said that he would some day like to make a combat movie so realistic and grotesque that the audience would lurch from the theater and vomit on the sidewalk outside. For many, the My Lai testimony has long since made such an enterprise unnecessary...
...feels, "corporation land" existed merely as a nasty abstraction for Mailer; now he is bearing witness to its most impressive achievement and is forced to alter his understanding of America. He feels a large contempt for the counterculture, "an army of outrageously spoiled children who cooked with piss and vomit while the Wasps were quietly moving from command of the world to command of the moon." He is not sure whether the astronauts are the "last of the old or the first of the new men," but he is certain that the American spirit is moving into new territories...