Word: dusk
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Russians are probably working on a satellite just big enough to be tracked. It may carry a small radio transmitter, or it may inflate a balloon of aluminized plastic film. Expanded in space by a whiff of gas, it might reach a size that would be brilliantly visible at dusk or dawn. This bright Communist star, rising in the west every 90 minutes and streaking rapidly eastward, would win enormous prestige for its Soviet launchers. To head off such a possibility, Project Vanguard may be reducing its own first satellite to the bare minimum...
Husband Goudeket shows how this unique "pagan love" operated in Colette's daily life. "There is only one creature! D'you hear, Maurice, there is only one creature!" she exclaimed to him once with "the intensity of a pythoness"-and from dawn to dusk she pursued the manifold forms of this one creature. First thing every morning, she must know just where the wind lay and the precise degree of humidity; around her bed were "a barometer, an outdoor thermometer . . . compasses . . . watches, chronometers, binoculars and magnifying glasses." After breakfast she would rush out into her garden like...
...curtain raiser, the brand-new Santa Fe Opera Association had selected a surefire heart-throbber-Puccini's Madame Butterfly. The 32-piece orchestra launched into the opening bars as the distant view of the Jemez range faded in the dusk. Tenor William McGrath and Soprano Maria Ferriero soared expertly through Lieut. Pinkerton's and Cio-Cio-San's famous love scene climaxed by her Twilight Has Fallen, and Butterfly's lingering, final-curtain suicide touched off a round of applause that lasted through ten curtain calls. Technically, there were a few first-night bobbles. Gusts...
...rubber plumber's helper fitted with two flashlight batteries and a one-tenth candlepower bulb. The airplane flew 110 m.p.h. at 7,000 ft, which simulated the motion of the satellite in its orbit. The dim bulb gave enough light to look like the satellite at dawn or dusk, when it is in sunlight and the earth below is in darkness...
...Bite the Dusk. Daniel Laverock is a stout-bodied chap in his 20s, of good family and a surpassing ugliness. When he finds himself jobless in the Depression '30s, he gets a job as manager of the Pantheon, a wretched Fowlers End movie-vaudeville house owned by Sam Yudenow. It is Sam who dominates the book, a grasping, greedy, devious monster whose hilariously disarranged speech makes the best lines attributed to Sam Goldwyn read like decorous bits from Fowler's Modern English Usage. He is a devoted movie fan, particularly of westerns: "Bing, bash, bosh-another foreskin bites...