Word: thrilled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...AstroTurf, he notes every detail. Says All-America Tackle Marty Lyons: "He's seen things in me that I didn't know were there." Adds Linebacker Barry Krauss, another of the latest crop of Alabama All-Americas (37 so far): "I love him. The biggest thrill is that I can walk in and talk to him, and he knows and cares about...
...Market until you find the store which sells nothing but seashells and related items in the line of maritime oddities. Think of the look on your Grandmother's face when you present her with a carefully--wrapped, three--feet across chunk of purple brain coral. If this sort of thrill is worth 125 clams to you, go ahead. If you're a bit more modest you could send her a shark tooth necklace or even a complete shark jaw for a reasonable amount. But if Poverty is your middle name, you could send out a fleet of 99 cent Knobby...
Certainly, Gilbert's group is in competition with the California researchers but Gilbert smiles, hesitating to say that he is involved in a "race." The thrill of a good race appeals to him. Rather than being harmful to the research, such pressure probably stimulates better work, Gilbert says, adding, "It can be detrimental, or one can simply view it as part of the effervescence of the field of science. It's not a question of added pressure. I like to rush," he insists...
...week off each year to schuss in the Tatras, dressed in baggy wool pants and old-style lace-up boots. His only concession to luxury is a pair of Head skis. Another friend, who calls him "one of the daredevil skiers in the Tatras,"adds, "He loves the thrill of it, the danger." Once, during a midwinter interview with TIME'S Bonn bureau chief, William Mader, Wojtyla gazed out the window of his residence and said, "I wish I could be out there now somewhere in the mountains, racing down into a valley. It's an extraordinary sensation...
...people who cooked up this thrill-less thriller are not entirely incompetent: they have brought Robert Morley back to the screen. In the role of a haughty gourmet-magazine editor, Morley puts on a hilarious show: He pats his gargantuan stomach as lovingly as a child might fondle a stuffed Teddy bear. He raises his bushy eyebrows so high that one expects them to graze the ceiling. He turns the mere act of getting up from lunch into a dainty comic ballet. Ordered by his doctor to lose weight-half his weight-Morley adamantly refuses. "I have eaten...