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Word: numbingly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Justin saw on the horizon was a white-hot, white desert. Stranded, his food ravaged by the rabid bear, left without an igloo, he felt doomed. His fingers no longer functioned, his features were numb from the incessant cold...

Author: By Larry Grafstein, | Title: In the Arctic, You Are Not Alone | 12/5/1979 | See Source »

...feel that you can never get caught up, that you always have something hanging over you. So you use alcohol to numb your brain so you don't think about...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Going Back to the Booze | 11/5/1979 | See Source »

...commandant Reid seems numb to the entire situation. The pale blue walls in his airconditioned office near the camp's entrance are peeling and Reid has been working at Sham Sui Po long enough to know his routine. He takes a long puff on the first of a string of cigarettes and leans back to describe the camp. His voice is as disconnected from what it is saying to you as the camp is from the swankiness and luxury of the Peninsula Hotel--a 15 minute ride away...

Author: By Robert O. Boorstin, | Title: Waiting for a Home | 9/24/1979 | See Source »

...very angry, and I am cold and numb," said Ulster Paratroop Commander Colonel Jim Burke, "but we will not overreact because we pride ourselves in being professionals in every respect." Prime Minister Thatcher also recognized that the violence could trigger an eruption of much wider sectarian strife and avoided any display of emotionalism. In a bold, compassionate gesture, she flew to Belfast, where she strolled through the city's main shopping street to hear firsthand reactions to the killings...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BRITAIN: A Nation Mourns Its Loss | 9/10/1979 | See Source »

...lower, until I was standing on ten-foot legs. The ball darted about leaving traces of its circular form, and when I went to hit the circular form, the ball slipped by me. I told my arms--commanded them--to hit the fucking ball, but they just laid numb by my side, dead. My legs went limp, and I quit the ping-pong game...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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