Word: crusts
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...earth is constantly moving underfoot. Its surface, cracked like ancient pottery, is broken into 15 large pieces. These pieces of crust, called plates, restlessly roam about, driven by plumes of molten rock that roil up from the planet's superheated core. Many of the world's largest earthquakes occur at the boundaries of such plates. The San Andreas fault system divides the Pacific plate and the North American plate, which grind past each other at the pace of 2 in. a year. But this movement of the plates is not uniform. Along fault zones the plates tend to become "locked...
Millions of years ago, hot springs laden with flecks of gold boiled up through deep fractures in the earth's crust. But the golden residue did not accumulate in rich veins. Instead, in geologists' lingo, it "disseminated" throughout the siltstone and limestone laid down by an ancient ocean. Small wonder, then, that old-time prospectors overlooked it. "This gold," marvels Livermore, "is so fine you just can't pan it. You can't even see it under an ordinary microscope...
...poetry. How, for example, does one know the time to pack up a family picnic and head for home? "When it was too dark to tell red wine from white." When Gage describes the bread tax that early immigrants levied to support their new churches, one can taste the crust. His father's humiliations are palpable. So is his pride when his son receives an award from John F. Kennedy at the White House...
...British passport, but what does that mean? Nothing. I cannot leave Hong Kong. The people in Tiananmen Square are my brothers and sisters. They have the same blood as I do. I am Chinese." The unaccustomed outpouring of emotion left many demonstrators teary-eyed. Even the colony's upper crust showed its support by allowing a racetrack owned by the exclusive Royal Hong Kong Jockey Club to be used during the massive protests last Sunday...
...only guarantee of a decent meal, some travelers insist, is the brown bag. Manhattan's William Poll, sandwich purveyor to the Upper East Side top crust, prepares at least 50 boxes a week for his customers. On any given Monday morning, an arbitrager on his way to the coast will stop by to pick up his deluxe, shiny white box. Inside: beluga caviar on thinny-thin slices of white bread, a wedge of brie, English biscuits, a string-bean salad and a chocolate mousse. Fellow passengers look on jealously, perhaps not suspecting that this discerning gent finds $95 a small...