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...cats and dogs there are herbal flea collars, while humans can wash their bodies with Save the Whales glycerine soap...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Selling Whole Wheat Against the Grain | 3/22/1988 | See Source »

Then, finally, he spoke directly to "my Savior, my Redeemer . . . I have sinned against you, my Lord, and I would ask that your precious blood would wash and cleanse every stain until it is in the seas of God's forgetfulness, never to be remembered against me anymore." After a reading of Psalm 51, David's masterpiece of poetic contrition, the extraordinary performance was over. Parishioners wept with abandon, some of them prostrate on the floor. Frances and Jimmy's friends hugged him and led him away. Shortly afterward the preacher disappeared into his luxurious 14-acre estate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Now It's Jimmy's Turn | 3/7/1988 | See Source »

...futility of well-intentioned initiatives in a conflict poisoned by four decades of hatred and mistrust. In 1983 the death, of 241 U.S. servicemen in their bombed-out Beirut headquarters showed him the dangers of direct intervention. Returning from the region last October, Shultz seemed ready to wash his hands of the whole mess...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Middle East Land for Peace? | 2/29/1988 | See Source »

...discovered this attitude one day in the Botanical Gardens laundry room. While I was silently adding Clorox to my wash, a blue-haired elderly woman suddenly turned from putting her wash in the dryer and clicked over to me in her orthopedic shoes. Holding a ball of lint in her hands, like a damning piece of evidence, she began her verbal onslaught...

Author: By David Sugrue, | Title: The Dull Edge | 2/25/1988 | See Source »

...tirade continued for another minute while I patiently took it all in. Better not stop her, I thought, she might get the landlord to rent my room to John Kenneth Galbraith. When I changed my wash soon after, I threw every bit of lint in the trash--you never know what teenage social ill she would attribute lint to. If I lived in a house, any house, I wouldn't have to defend beer parties and loud music to an octogenarian...

Author: By David Sugrue, | Title: The Dull Edge | 2/25/1988 | See Source »

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