Word: awe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...could be expected to know: the late historian Douglas Southall Freeman. Freeman gladly explained that the trick of the yell is the "cumulative effect," voice after voice, piercing the eardrums. Then Freeman threw back his head and blasted out with an earsplitting "Ooooo-eeeeeeeee!"* Says Bales with awe: "Once having heard it, you never forget...
...dawn, a week later, "Kihl" Kihlstedt jeeped 60 miles south, over chaparral-covered sand, amidst flapping egrets, toward the low mountain. Next morning he climbed 1,600 feet to the top. The view filled him with awe. The rust-colored lode he saw was later described as "the richest concentration of iron ore on the face of the earth." Cerro Bolívar, as the mountain was named, is estimated to contain half a billion tons of top-grade (63.8% pure) iron...
...firm conviction that many Americans, like myself, look upon the sedate mansion at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., Washington, D.C. with a kind of reverence, mingled with awe and deep respect. The thought of 30,000 gibbering egg-rollers (TIME, April 13) sloshing over mashed eggs, gooey marshmallows and melted jelly beans, together with comfort stations erected in critical positions, lends an air of cheap revelry to the Executive Mansion. The only things which appeared to be lacking were the Ferris wheels, the sideshows, and the prize county livestock...
...dances in wild leaps like a trout or unslings his santuri (a kind of dulcimer) and plucks from it the haunting laments of the Levant. Zorba is a great unbeliever in everything but the abundant life. Pockmarked with bullet scars, he has no faith in war. Full of reverent awe be fore the universe, he cannot stomach organized religion or priests ("[They] even fleece their fleas"). Child of instinct, Zorba defines the hours as if he had created them. "Daytime is a man," he explains, "night is a woman...
...human brain is like the ocean in more ways than one. Both have a titanic capacity for good and evil; both have surface waves and unplumbed deeps. What Rachel Carson wrote of the ocean (in The Sea Around Us) is as true of the brain: "The largest and most awe-inspiring waves ... are invisible; they move on their mysterious courses far down in the hidden depths . . . rolling ponderously and unceasingly." This week there was a flurry of medical news made by researchers probing the dark unfathom'd caves of mind...