Word: correctible
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...when Podgorny said bad weather cut corn yields, Khrushchev gave him a brutal verbal beating. "I'm certain, Comrade Podgorny, that the figures on corn yield you just cited are only for half the crop. The other half of the corn was stolen, torn up by the roots." "Correct, Nikita Sergeevich," cringed Podgorny. Roared Khrushchev: "So what has the weather to do with it? The crop was pilfered, stolen, and yet you say weather prevented growing a good harvest. Can we put it that way?" Podgorny: "We can." Khrushchev: "Then why didn't you mention...
...tries to suspend conscious thought in developing his forms because "the subconscious has the larger vocabulary." He works rapidly with wire and metal rods, allows his construction to grow almost as if it had a goal of its own. If the construction does not please him, he can correct or discard; if it does, he fills it in like flesh over bones with a plaster made of gypsum and iron powder...
...cannot tell you how this works, and I do not know that anyone can. But this seems to be the way that the human brain works, and I do not think a machine will ever be able to do it. A machine might come up by chance with a correct hypothesis, but it would also produce an almost infinite number of hypotheses that are wrong or inadequate...
...concerned with security and job worthiness, impervious to general ideas, irreligious but without any definite atheist convictions, leading a sex life that is Casanovanic in theory but monastic in fact, boorishly bathed in beer, sweating out a degree and fighting to smother a lower-middle-class background with the correct set of socially acceptable diphthongs. The non-hero of this cad's paradise is John Chote, president of the junior common room at Sturdley College, an ancient, deliquescent foundation with a Victorian Gothic façade, where no memher has won any academic distinction since the 13th century...
...Collected Short Stories of Conrad Aiken. Well cut, correct and a trifle oldfashioned, the author's short stories deal brilliantly with inward torment but less well with events; the best of them are of a very high order indeed...