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...Quanah, and Bush remembered being there with his dad 30 years before. The girls weren't impressed. But an old man came up and told him, "I remember you when you were here last time." "It was very touching for him," Laura says. "It made him want to weep." He had always figured he had more in common with blunt, sharp-eyed Barbara Bush. "I've got a lot of my mother in me," he says. But at that moment, he surely was his father...
...arrests were made, but authorities at week's end said they still had 10 to 15 potential suspects) and responded to accusations that they failed to heed warning signs of the plot. Many students were searching for secular explanations as well. They got together in houses to talk and weep and speculate; sometimes the boys fantasized about what commando tactics they might have used to halt the killing spree--the next logical but sad step for a tragedy fueled from the start by violent, cartoonish fantasies. And like so many other people across the country, they groped for answers that...
...Serb spasm of looting, terror and executions; what they encountered on the other side of the frontier was a teeming mess of poverty, hunger and disease. In Rozaje refugees drifted through the streets, hungry and shell-shocked; some would come across small obstacles and simply stop and weep. Doctors scrambled to prevent the crowding and dismal sanitation from causing a tuberculosis epidemic, but their efforts seemed of little use. "People don't even have spoons, so everyone eats from one bowl. Women are giving birth next to men with TB. It is an epidemiological bomb," said a local doctor. Added...
Besides, no one doubted King's guilt; no danger here of running up against the strongest argument opposing the death penalty: you may execute the wrong man. He's the right one, all right. Few will weep when the injection stops King's heart...
...theatergoers are cheering a plotless show without a single love song, an evening-long shudder of disillusion in which the women are hookers, the men pimps and the audience voyeurs, gazing raptly at one primal scene after another? You'll hoot at the zany antics of Steam Heat and weep over the sweet sentimentality of Mr. Bojangles, but the picture that will stay in your mind longest is the sinister image of a pencil-thin dancer dressed in black, arms held close to his body, with a bowler hat pulled low over his eyes so that nobody...