Word: cubical
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...through. A virus known as T2 bacteriophage (it attacks bacteria) was found to have a tadpole shape; the "tail" is like a coiled spring around a tiny hypodermic needle that stabs the cell wall, and through this the nucleic-acid core is injected. Micrographs show whether viruses are basically cubic or helical in structure. They also reveal that viruses may have an exquisitely complex symmetry around as many as five axes, and contain hundreds of submolecules, each of which may have a hollow hexagonal structure. Chemical tests show whether viruses have cores of ribonucleic acid (RNA) or deoxyribonucleic acid...
...more than 250 lbs.) British Press Lord Cecil Harmsworth King, whose tabloid London Daily Mirror has the world's largest daily circulation though little else to brag about, offered a disdainful critique of U.S. newspapers: "A lot of little parish magazines . . . with acres of soggy verbiage, cubic miles of repetitious reports, incredibly bad headlines, nonexistent layouts and ludicrous handling of pictures...
...basic-development projects. Says Tariki, a University of Texas-trained geologist: "We need water, roads, education and, if possible, diversification of our economy. We have a planning board now, and things move much faster." Talal and Tariki talk about a petrochemical industry to make use of the 200 million cubic feet of gas that go to waste daily in the oilfields...
...Southern Pacific Railroad, flunkeying on a freighter from Oakland to New Orleans, blasting exaltedly on O(pium) with a Mexican narcotics wholesaler. But the author is not wholly a praiser of his own beat-romantic past. He admits to behavior so much worse than square that it is cubic, or even tesseractical. He confesses, for instance, to paying his way to Europe and rubbernecking around the Louvre. Rembrandt and Franz Hals, he reports, are great...
...bandstand may support a ricky-tick piano, a musical saw, or a tuba-but it is the multiple banjos that reign. The crowds, like the proprietors, are mainly collegiate, and they sing along enthusiastically while the banjos plunk out the immemorially cubic rhythms of Hold That Tiger! or Sweet Georgia Brown. The whole wholesome atmosphere is enough to make the massed inhabitants of the beatnik colony at Sausalito slouch toward the sea like lemmings...