Word: aromas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Burns reads his Bible every night (about the same time that Jimmy Carter does) and he plots his genial strategy of survival. He wants another term as Fed chairman, and not because he likes to go to capital par ties and enjoys the aroma of power (which he does). But he thinks he is doing right by the nation to restrain the money sup ply, to preach a little caution, to stand immune from White House blandishments and politics. Burns views his ideas as good for the country's soul - and its pocketbook...
...aroma of curry and spices wafts through older areas of Bradford, where nearly everyone on the street is brown or black. Seven row houses have been converted to Islamic mosques (without minarets), and other buildings have been made into Sikh and Hindu temples. With nonwhite immigrants now accounting for about one-fifth of the city's 300,000 inhabitants, racial tensions are climbing. Bands of front backers, swinging fists and banner staves, have sallied into peaceful demonstrations by Indians and Pakistanis in what are cruelly called "Paki bashes," and at other times have smashed windows in immigrant areas...
...strikes with jackhammer fury and lasts from a few minutes to several days. Along with the throbbing pain, eyes tear, vision blurs and there are waves of nausea. The slightest disturbance?the closing of a door, a sudden aroma, the switching on of a light?can be devastating. As Dr. John B. Brainard explains, "The ache becomes an intolerable, overwhelming force, driving you to bed, away from people, away from the world, away from everything except the hideous pain inside your head...
...aroma of heavily spiced cooking wafts through the air. Mustached men in dark suits and cloth caps, answering to such names as Ali, Niyazi and Suleyman, hang about the local taverns. Their women, heads modestly covered with kerchiefs, are dressed in billowing pantaloons and long topcoats, even on hot summer days. Streets have informally been given Turkish names, and the shops purvey flat pita bread, mutton, sheep cheese and garlic instead of the Wurst, Bauernbrot (dark bread), veal and pigs' knuckles familiar in stores that serve a German clientele...
There is lager, that aged beer, redolent of malt and yeast, as cold as a riverbed and as hearty as an anthem. Or ale, with an aroma the patron can walk on. Or porter and stout, those distinct dark ales with creamy heads and the personality of Irish storytellers. Or bock beer, with its heady perfume and heavy persuasive taste. Or malt liquor-but the list is endless...