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Word: whinings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...must be a Zen stoic who overdoses on pain in order to prove himself to himself. In Barbarosa, Willie Nelson lies placidly in his own new grave; he cauterizes his own stomach wound with flaming gunpowder; an enemy's bullet creases his cheek-not a word, not a whine, not so much as a flinch. In The Challenge, Scott Glenn dines on live eels and beetles; stands buried up to his neck in dirt for five days; gets karated or garroted every five minutes. So reads the code of the Old West (in Barbarosa) and modern Japan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Machochists | 8/9/1982 | See Source »

...after day, the ominous whine and then the gray-green shapes of Soviet Mi-8, Mi-24 and Mi-6 helicopters appeared like a horde of bloated locusts over the green fields and mountain streams. The jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Hindu Kush, the mountain chain that rings the valley, muted the roar of the bombing, making it sound like distant thunder...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AFGHANISTAN: Bogged Down in a Frustrating War | 7/5/1982 | See Source »

...A.R.T. production of Journey of the Fifth Horse. Grusin demonstrates here his ability to play a balding, affected, overweight Hollywood producer as well as a sour old reader in a 19th-century Russian publishing house. As the mother, Wilbur is appropriately fussy and matronly: Her high nasal whine sounds very good...

Author: By Deborah K. Holmes, | Title: True Shepard | 4/21/1982 | See Source »

...landscape abound, too, in Shapiro's description of roadside America. By the time he finishes his trek, we have seen quite enough "green rolling land and pure white houses," to make us long for the squalid city at the end of the line. We have been innundated with "the whine and hiss of traffic" and have breathed so much of the thin mountain air that gives "the sky an extra vibrant richness" that we are gasping for oxygen. The book, like the journey, has its grueling stretches...

Author: By Thomas J. Meyer, | Title: Notes from the Long Run | 3/2/1982 | See Source »

...faint whine of a helicopter peals from the north. The two-way radio crackles to life: "We're two miles out, coming in with seven horses." That sends Tracy Robison, 16, leaping onto a sorrel mount. He wedges the horse behind a mound of sagebrush and keeps as still as he can. Gil Crawford, 58, dives for cover behind an embankment, grabbing a yellow rope that will release the trap gate on the quarry...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Colorado: Chasing the Mustangs | 11/16/1981 | See Source »

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