Word: chop
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...result of its economic strength, many a European nation felt confident enough to lower some of its trade barriers and chop away red tape. The Common Market (West Germany, France, Italy, The Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg) in its first year was such a resounding success that Britain, Portugal, Switzerland, Austria, Norway, Sweden and Denmark formed their own Outer Seven trading area to enjoy the benefits of mass markets and freer trade. Said a Common Market official in Brussels: "At the start, the politicians were for European unity, and the businessmen were very skeptical. But now it is the businessmen...
...engine. Two miles ahead, a small peninsula called Pelican Point jutted out into the water. The distance seemed safe enough. The boat had earlier slowed from 260 m.p.h. to a stop in less than a mile. But now a sudden breeze stirred sharp ruffles on Pyramid Lake. The chop broke the normal suction grabbing at the hull, turned the water into a fast-running surface. Tempo-Alcoa did not slow, instead seemed to take off at a speed that made the rudder all but useless. Says Staudacher: "It was like skidding on ice. When I saw that rocky shore coming...
...FARE CUTS will come fast next year on international routes. Starting in April, British European Airways will chop prices an average 17% on 400 fares throughout routes in Britain, Europe and the Middle East. Scandinavian Airlines (SAS) will cut air-freight rates as much as 80% next spring...
...shadow of his reputation. There is his father John, a barroom wit and tosspot, would-be singer and doctor, who sired ten children and saddled his brood with eleven mortgages. There is Joyce's wife Nora, a Galway girl with a tart tongue and no head for "that chop suey he's writing," as she once said of Finnegans Wake. There is Brother Stanislaus, the plodding provident ant in Joyce's grasshopper life...
...Time fof Chop-Chop. A million candles etch the initials P. and C. against the night sky of Cincinnatus' home town. On the ride to the scaffold, bouquets of flowers pelt P.'s and C.'s open car. The whole vulgar holiday is surrounded by rules and rituals of elaborate illogic. Finally, the moment nears "to do chop-chop," as M'sieur Pierre puts it childishly; and childishly, too, the prisoner seeks to save his last shred of self-respect as he mutters: "By myself, by myself." Author Nabokov saves a climactic surprise for the chopping...