Word: brobdingnagianized
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...huge yellow-and-orange tent was set up on the White House lawn to accommodate more than 1,280 guests at 128 tables. White House aides found two aluminum canoes and filled them with crushed ice to serve as brobdingnagian coolers for the champagne. Chef Henry Haller borrowed a huge blender from the Pentagon to purée 90 quarts of strawberries for the dessert. Two hundred extra butlers were recruited to help serve a feast that began with suprême of seafood Neptune (crabmeat, tiny shrimps and scallops in sauce) served with hearts of palm and proceeded, with...
...about 170 million miles closer to the sun. Although the nucleus of a typical comet (which is thought to be composed of frozen water, methane and ammonia, as well as dust particles) is only about a mile in diameter, Kohoutek's comet seems to be a brobdingnagian 10 to 15 miles across. Moreover it will come to within 13 million miles of the sun. That relatively close flyby should produce a dazzling interaction between sun and comet...
...recall The Guns of Navarone. Gregory Peck, indomitable as ever, was the leader of a crack World War II commando unit dispatched to destroy a brobdingnagian Nazi artillery unit. En route, Peck and his troops would often denounce the ironies of fate and the horrors of war, then slaughter like Saracens when they finally came up against...
...into a cold war theater. Since then even the referees, who can do a lot of subjective mischief in judgment events like boxing, have often been chosen more for their ideological loyalty than for their skill. As proved by Munich 1972, the Games have become an extravaganza of hopelessly brobdingnagian proportions: 12,000 athletes from 124 countries competing in nearly 200 events, $650 million spent by the West German government alone, hucksters from myriad companies plugging their wares as if the Olympiad were a trade fair...
There was Brobdingnagian Songbird Mama Cass Elliott at Harrods, the elegant London department store, buying crochet wool and minding her own business. "I pulled two ? 1 notes out of my purse," said Mama Cass, "but they were wrapped inside five ? 10 notes, which fell to the floor. When I stooped to pick them up, this lady started hitting me on the head with her shopping bag, shouting 'What are you doing? What are you doing?' I don't know why she did it. She was an upper-class type, in a tweed suit, and I think...