Word: clumping
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...people aboard took off for Brussels. Four minutes later, the pilot, Captain Stanley Key, 51, radioed: "Up to 60," a routine message asking for permission to climb to 6,000 ft. He never made it. Suddenly, the plane plummeted to the ground and burst into pieces near a clump of trees four miles from the airport, killing everyone aboard...
They drive back and forth between the Roosevelt Hotel and the United Nations, a clump of austere functionaries clad in sober blue tunics, baggy matching trousers and caps straight out of a '20s movie. Style setters for the Beautiful People? Who would believe it? Yet so it seems. Chairman Mao's favorite jacket in particular-and just about anything else Chinese-is selling in Manhattan boutiques this fall like rice cakes at the Spring Festival...
What Pound did do was cut, clipping off as many as 40 lines in a clump. His special target was a heavy-footed parody of Pope's Rape of the Lock. Though the couplets concern the ablutions of a fleshly lady named Fresca, they show Eliot at his most priggishly professional, and Pound briskly informed Eliot: "You cannot parody Pope unless you can write better verse than Pope...
...story tower surrounded by 3-story buildings that curve gracefully around old trees, lawns and playgrounds. Plumley thought it essential that the Federal Housing Administration certify the project for rental assistance to low-income tenants. The FHA, however, was nonplused by his insistence on building something other than a clump of high-rise boxes. First, the FHA objected that site costs were too low. The Worcester Redevelopment Authority proposed to sell 17 acres of land to State Mutual for $43,000, but FHA rules called for a minimum of $500 per dwelling unit, or $215,000. State Mutual managed...
...Great Interrupter, the Village Explainer, the champion of Mental Jotto, the Free Analyst, Mr. Let's Find Out, leads the troops on 2 seventy-two-hour forced march through the lateral geniculate and the pyramids of Betz, no breathers allowed, until every human brain is reduced finally to a clump of dried seaweed inside a burnt-out husk and collapses, implodes, in one last crunch of terminal boredom. Mr. Pull! Mr. Push! Mr. Auricularis! . . . But how could the Black Panther Party of America know that...