Word: broths
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...moments of joy are always only diversions from his desperation. He sits down to dinner and takes off his hat: "The sacred moments had come...He tasted one bowl, he tasted the other. Not bad--there was some fish in it...He dug in. First he only drank the broth, drank and drank. As it went down filling his whole body with warmth, all his guts began to flutter inside him at their meeting with the stew. Goo--ood!" It is explicit that Ivan is locked into a fate from which he cannot return home. "No one ever left...
...research project in self-expression. Or perhaps soup as a study of differing structural systems; soup, thought and reality; soup and time-sense on the Fiji Fislads; levels of expression through hot and cold soup. Uses of soup in American literature. How many cocks spoil the broth? - a narrative essay. The possibilities are endless, and therein lies the essence of Harvard...
...Adams House serves a fine scotch broth and a passable clam chowder. It was over a bowl of the latter that the young Radcliffe woman, fresh off the boat from the 'Cliffe (a small girls' college in Cambridge) met the young Harvard man, up for a day from the Yard (an esoteric prison camp, not to be confused with the expression "thirty feet long and a Yard wide," in which yard refers to a small green mammal). 'Hello," he said, "do you live here...
Ungar's experiments are similar. Using shock, he conditions rats to shun the darkness they normally prefer, then makes a broth of their brains. This he injects into the abdominal cavities of mice, which seem to react with a parallel unnatural aversion to the dark. Moreover, the more broth Ungar injects, the faster the mice seem to learn this fear. His theory: the memory message (that darkness should be avoided) is encoded by the rats' DNA-RNA mechanism into an amino-acid chain called a peptide, a small protein that Ungar managed to isolate and then synthesize. His name...
...Adams House serves a fine scotch broth, and a passable clam chowder. It was over a bowl of the latter that the young Radcliffe woman, fresh off the boat from the 'Cliffe (a small girls' college in Cambridge) met the young Harvard man, up for a day from the Yard (an esoteric prison camp, not to be confused with the expression "thirty feet long and a Yard wide," in which yard refers to a small green mammal). "Hello," he said, "do you live here...