Word: dieingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...thrilling that this apotheosis should appear in the heavens at the time of the winter solstice, when the ancient gods awake from the dead winter, the period that later became confused and fused with the Christian nativity myth. Gods never die; they simply change their names, and here is the ancient god, even Apollo himself, reborn and greeting us from the heavens. Hail...
...colors get sick with a sort of softening of the brain, while smoke-hued, so-called Aleutian mink get liver and kidney disease, with added symptoms suggestive of human arthritis. Each year, in the highlands of New Guinea, a hundred or more members of the Stone Age Fore tribe die of kuru, an incurable degeneration of the brain...
...Black Panther salute to climax a performance, in blackface, of Crown of Creation. Even the Lovin' Spoonful, once a gentle, folk-flavored group, have taken up the cry. Their latest album is called Revelation: Revolution '69, and the title song proclaims: "I'm afraid to die but I'm a man inside and I need the revolution...
...Tamino's guardian angels arrived and departed in a dirigible. Occasionally, Ustinov indulged in his love of sight gags, and not always to good effect; there were some murmurs from the audience when Papageno made his first entrance from the prompter's box. But Heinz Joachim in Die Welt summed up the critics' response: "At long last the Hamburg State Opera has cleaned out both the antiquated conceptions and modern profundity that block the view of Mozart's Magic Flute...
Those who must die nowadays often do so off-camera or more quickly, and barroom brawls are also less bruising. As a result, the first victims of TV's pacification drive have been the stuntmen. Employment among the fight-and-fall corps is down 40%. "We used to have nice drag-out fights and make some good money," laments Chuck Hicks, president of the Stuntmen's Association. "Now a guy just pulls a gun and stands there. So we suffer...