Word: droned
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...dissidents like Smith, however, news photography had vitiated itself through overproduction. Continuous wire-service transmission and the conservatism of the postwar picture press had covered the world with images leached of their expressiveness and meaning. As Smith put it, "we are deluged with photography at its worst -- until the drone of superficiality threatens to numb our sensitivity to image...
While the professor talks about the government's propaganda efforts, his face becomes heavy. His brooding eyes are cast downward, his mouth grows sulky. But not because of the coffee, which he insists is "quite good." What causes the professor to lower his voice to a drone is the presence, at the next table, of a local Communist official. "They say he is honest," says the professor. "They say that he doesn't have a crooked bone in his body. Maybe so, but I am certain those bones are held together by crooked...
...blast road junctions and railroad lines; it also had a device that emitted screams to spread terror among its victims. And then there were the heavy bombers. General Wladyslaw Anders, who would eventually lead the Polish exile army through the battles of North Africa and Italy, heard the ominous drone of Heinkel-111s overhead and later remembered that "squadron after squadron of aircraft could be seen flying in file, like cranes, to Warsaw." At 6 a.m. those deadly cranes began raining bombs on the unprepared, ill-defended city and its civilian inhabitants. In those same surprise raids on that first...
...Soon the warning lights on my display panel were lighted up like a pinball machine. I was able to evade an incoming AA-10 Alamo missile by releasing a burst of radar-deflecting chaff, and I fooled an SA-10 surface-to-air missile by sending out a decoy drone. But all the electronic countermeasures in the world were not going to get me back to my aircraft carrier in the Gulf of Sirte now that the Libyan air force was on my tail...
...debate was a different person: a grim, wooden, frightened fellow who had stayed up late memorizing answers for the big test. So nervous were Bush's handlers that they denied Quayle any chance to be spontaneous, transforming him instead into an automaton searching for prepackaged answers that he could drone out safely...