Word: bleakly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week Death, enemy of elegance, marched up the dark oak stairs of a house in Grosvenor Square, London, and snuffed out the breath of an old gentleman who lay in bed there, his bleak face upturned to the ceiling. Next day The New York Times published his picture: "Lord Ribblesdale, husband of the late John Jacob Aster's first wife, who died yesterday...
...gudgeon, commanded by a cultured swashbuckler from Nova Scotia, a hammer-fisted, hell-bent "bluenose" skipper, with Nietzschean ethics, Vulcanic muscles, the passions of Poseidon, the luck of Lucifer. When his clipper Aphrodite goes down off Patagonia, this skipper's redemption is made cinema-credible by a bleak, briny coast, driving rain, starvation and the steadfastness of a childhood sweetheart...
...bleak but fertile plains of Manitoba at dawn and dusk. Over them a short but beamy shag-pate, Caleb Gare, walking as though bent against a wind, whispering greedily to his black acres, caressing his blue-flowered flax in secret, eyeing his sows by lantern-light. In his cabin, a wife and children dulled and spavined by the cruel toil he holds them to with a miser's malice. Jude Gare, the one stalwart, deep-breasted daughter, who defies him, she having heard the wild geese honking down the high heavens. The night of Jude's escape, prairie...
...years he played checkers and told jokes to gay people who sat around in little red cottages by a bleak northern lake and coughed into their handkerchiefs. Then, almost well again, and mocked by the irony of the disease that increases a man's keenness for living while depriving him of life, he bought a part interest in the Boston Braves. Overwork weakened him; he caught a cold; returned to his lake...
Suddenly a telephone rang in the judges' stand, a stammering voice said that there had been an accident. The crowd took up the rumor, as crowds will; people excitedly told each other that all 16 had crashed down together on the bleak Hempstead Moors and that all the pilots were dead. Pilot Basil Rowe, flying a Thomas Morse 54E plane with an Aero- marine motor, contradicted this extravagance by buzzing in a winner with an average speed of 102.9 miles an hour; Pilot W. L. Gilmore, in another Morse, was second; one of the 16 did not return...