Word: droop
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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That has the market spooked too. Foreigners have been taking the dollars they get as payment for goods and services and investing them in U.S. stocks and bonds. If the dollar continues to droop, they may be tempted to move their cash to currencies on the upswing, like the euro and, especially, the yen. That would drive the U.S. market lower. The more apocalyptic bears fear something worse. Because foreigners hold almost 40% of U.S. Treasury securities, any pullout would risk a spike in interest rates that would ultimately slaughter the bull market...
...winter in Cambridge, but the glass walls of the Science Center's Machine Room #1 sustain a jungle: mice hang from swinging cables, keyboards perch on walls and wires droop down from every crack and crevice like banyon sprouts. This is Harvard's biggest computer--a seemingly haphazard assemblage of mismatched computer parts that actually serves (well, most of the time) to facilitate Harvard networking. Mecca for computer geeks and e-mail junkies alike, here sit the guts and glory of our modern net-crazed campus...
Artful equivocations are even worse; lynx-eyed sly little rascals that we are, we see right through them. (Up to exam 40. Then our lynx eyes droop, and grading habits relax. Try to get on the bottom of the pile.) Again, it is not that A.E.'s are vicious or ludicrous as such; but in quantity they become sheer madness. Or induce it. "The 20th century has never recovered from the effects of Marx and Freud." (V.G.); "But whether or not this is a good thing or a bad thing is difficult to say." (A.E.) Now one such might...
...absolutely predictable. My father often spoke of a doctor cousin who, having decided to try his hand at beautifying noses, did a few teenagers successfully and then, after unwrapping the bandages of an older patient, watched in horror as the tip of the gorgeous new sniffer slowly began to droop toward the patient's chin...
Roses, carnations and lilies droop from the chain-link fence outside Thurston High School, and a makeshift plywood cross juts from the ground nearby. Beneath it, a hand-printed sign reads WILL WE EVER LEARN? But as the timber town of Springfield, Ore. (pop. 51,000), grieved last week, the lessons were far from obvious...