Word: dimness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...technical wizardry that makes the scopes work. Unlike the World War II infantry sniperscope that illuminated its target with an infra-red beam, the starlight scope needs no light of its own. Thus it is undetectable by enemy sensors. It uses only natural light, no matter how dim-moonlight, starlight, even the faint luminescence of decaying jungle foliage. Capable of amplifying light up to 40,000 times, it literally treats the darkest night...
Profit said that he learned this week that the expected grant from the Labor Department's Coalition for Youth Action was cancelled, because the Coalition had overspent its limit, and had dim prospects of being refunded for next year...
...just goes to show that it takes more than some horrid divorce-court testimony by ex-Wife Dyan Cannon to dim the ardor of Gary Grant's devoted legions. There he was, three weeks after that nasty automobile crackup, bounding out of a Queens, New York, hospital looking nowhere near his 64 years and flashing that famous grin as several hundred shrieking females gathered to wish him well. "I feel great," said Gary, and proved it by planting a kiss on the cheek of Sister Thomas Francis, executive director of the hospital. "Oh, my," said Sister Francis, blushing...
...Inclination. Like Czechoslovakia, Poland has been due for some top-level changes, but the chance that reforms will automatically come with them is dim. The last influential figure from a never strong liberal wing, Philosophy Professor Leszek Kolakowski, was booted from party membership two years ago. President Edward Ochab, tired and almost blind at 62, is expected to retire in time for the Polish party conference late next fall, and some observers think that Gomulka may lift himself upstairs to the presidency, allowing a younger man to undertake party chairmanship...
...story-an indication of the trompe 1'oeil that gives the novel its mystifying rhythm of now-you-see-it, now-you-don't. Swimming through the pages with nothing stronger than a colon to slow them are fragments of memories, conversations, odors, tastes, tactile sensations and dim images from old postcards. Somewhere below, finning almost motionlessly, is the suicide of a cousin beloved by the narrator. He may or may not be responsible for the death because he may or may not have run off to fight in the Spanish Civil...