Word: dooms
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Platonov admits. By alter-chaser, that's what I am," Platonov admits. By alternating pledges to take up and break off extra-marital escapades, he invites insults, homicide, suicide, and laughter. While the plot thrives on surprise entrances and simultaneous incidents this boobish Casanova slides toward his comic doom...
...clock face was intended to scare the world. Its hands, spanning the cover of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, were originally set at an ominous eight minutes before midnight. After the Russians exploded their first H-bomb, Bulletin time read two minutes before the hour of doom. Today the clock is still on Bulletin's cover, but it has shrunk to an inconspicuous size, and registers a relatively unfrightening 11:48. The minutes that, in the editors' view the world has gained, measure a strange triumph for the magazine. Now that there is less concern about Armageddon...
Cheerful Smile. The little man who has wound the Bulletin's fateful clock for all its 18 years is unbothered. From his jaunty blue beret down past his ineffaceably cheerful smile to his ground-hugging overcoat, Eugene Rabinowitch, 63, bears small resemblance to a prophet of doom. He seems much better suited to his other roles: professor of botany and biophysics at the University of Illinois, world authority on photosynthesis, a Russian-born poet who composes in his native language and has translated Pushkin into German...
Yearn for immortality? Pine to be remembered till the last dingdong of doom? Want to be sure your memory remains green to every generation of your descendants? It's as easy as hifi. So writes Lester C. Worden in his book, A Living Legacy...
...pieces by his own hounds. In another story, his wife has become the enchantress who converted her daughter into a swimming pool. Even the A. & P. supermarket has been peopled by Cheever with a crowd "moaning and crying" as they are "reviled and taken away" to some enigmatic doom...