Word: dust
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...horizon a low-lying cloud appears, and grows. It is a column of dust, signaling a column of vehicles. They approach. There are tanks, command cars, supply vehicles. They clank to a stop and lie scattered. Men crawl out, stretch, make repairs, talk, crawl back...
Another column of dust peels from the skyline. The command cars and supply trucks of the first column withdraw. The tanks fall into formation, face the approaching column...
...pulled the paper stuffing out of the grenade pouches in his belt and stuck the newly arrived "pineapples" in place. He had limbered up his new gas mask, which he would need more than legs in case of a heavy dust storm, and he had tucked away half a dozen pairs of flimsy Cellophane dust-goggles. He had pinched a piece of netting from a truck's camouflage to drape over his helmet-both for his personal camouflage and for swishing away flies. He had bound up the desert sores on the backs of his hands...
...nurses, chauffeurs, opera singers, bookkeepers," who lived abroad. Their work: In weekly reports, the answering of "hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands" of questions: questions not only military and economic, but intimately worming forth the subtlest anthropological details of civilian psychology, habit, morale. This information was screened for its gold-dust in the consulates, and sent where it would do the most good...
...that once exhumed, such a piece of Buxtehude's music as the Toccata in F that Weinrich is playing will be enjoyed by a good many people for its directness and simplicity of utterance, and a certain Germanic vigor, but that after a time, Buxtehude will return to the dust from whence he sprung, in the last judgment valuable only as an influence. Sweelinck, too, will prove to many that importance does not necessarily mean dullness, but will then creep back into his historic little cubby-hole, into that dictionary significance which is only one shelf above oblivion...