Word: arc
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...electronics (40? per lb.), three men are crawling around stripping out switches, relays and diodes. In the steel pile (7? per lb.), a swarm is hauling off a transformer cabinet, a 16-in. pipe and a chunk of plate steel left in fanciful cookie-cutter shapes by a plasma-arc cutter. Two men are momentarily baffled by a machined piece. "I don't know what they could have meant to do with this," says one. "It could have been a detector, something to let low-energy particles through...
...series of explosions tore the abandoned 1,000-ft.-long tanker in half, spraying burning oil for hundreds of yards in a vast arc around the wreckage. Caught in the curtain of fire that rose from the growing oil slick, the aft section, containing about 100,000 tons of crude, quickly sank. Supported by a pocket of air, the bow section remained afloat vertically, like a six-story-high buoy, with an estimated 40,000 tons of oil still trapped in its tanks...
Ethiopia forms part of an arc, which now extends from Afghanistan through North Yemen to Angola, of Soviet influence in the Middle East and Africa. The country's Marxist rulers, who toppled the pro-U.S. government of Emperor Haile Selassie in 1974, now only rarely open their doors to Western reporters. One of the few who has managed to catch a glimpse of how Marxism African-style works is TIME Nairobi Bureau Chief John Borrell. His report...
...volts lasted 30 seconds. Smoke and steam rose from his head. A fiery arc shot from beneath the mask that covered his face. Smoke poured from the electrode on his left leg. Through the rain outside came the mournful notes of taps being played on a trumpet by a prisoner in his cell...
People can fragment the year. They can escape it. They can arc not only out of a place but out of a time. They fly in a couple of hours from one season to another: from Chicago's December, say, to Florida's moral equivalent of high summer. Then they fly back into the wan, smudged month that they left, and they are tan. In deep winter, they are exotics walking among all those gray faces at lunchtime like Queequeg on-the streets of Nantucket...