Word: breaths
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Next is the battle of the Alamo. Several people in the crowd try to involuntarily catch their breath. The scene shows Colonel Travis ("I shall never surrender or retreat... VICTORY OR DEATH.") drawing his famous line on the ground which his men were supposed to walk across if they were going to stay and fight. The wounded Jim Bowie is directing two aides to carry him and his cot over the line. Davy Crockett is there. All 187 defenders were killed in the next day's battle, but they brought down over 1600 of the Mexican soldiers...
...cruising along, as only a bus can cruise, on West Side Drive or some other such road in the Bronx. but then traffic jammed and we spent most of the next half-hour sitting still with a good view of the Hudson River and the trash along the banks. Breath-taking. But the inside of the bus was really stale. Here we were sitting in the middle of traffic with foul air hanging all over the bus- and Mr. Fair had stopped talking. The thought of running a big race had to be the most disgusting idea to these guys...
...those who have forgotten their Galsworthy, the first installment is hard to follow without a genealogy (see chart). It introduces 22 of the show's 120 characters with scarcely a pause for breath, then plunges into the troubled life of young Jolyon, played by Kenneth More, a black-sheep painter who scandalizes the family by setting up housekeeping with his daughter's governess, played by Lana Morris. Margaret Tyzack, as Jolyon's cousin Winifred, marries a ne'er dowell. And then there's Soames, Winifred's brother, who looks like a cross between Abraham...
...broken up in a storm tomorrow, the way so many oil tankers already have been, that DDT would be enough to slow the photosynthesizing micro-plants of the oceans. These plants produce ninety percent of the oxygen in the atmosphere. In as much time as it took us to breath the remaining oxygen. It would all grind to a halt once...
Just when the reader, thinking he has had enough, starts to get up and walk out of this nightclub of the mind, Jacobs takes a breath and launches into another of his characteristic openings: "My name is Oliver August. I am friendly, a Moose. I try to believe in disarmament. I cook for a hobby. Every seven years my cells change. But each new cell sings of health and wellbeing. No matter how often I am replaced, I remain formidable. . . . Look into my eyes: rain puddles rich with life. My story should be told." Hypnotized by those glittering rain puddles...