Word: eggs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Woman. Goddess of All Things," she rose naked out of Chaos, danced so wildly that great wind sprang up. The goddess caressed the wind and it became a great serpent which coiled itself lustfully around her. The goddess became pregnant, assumed a dove's form laid "the Universal Egg." Out of the Egg tumbled all things that exist sun, moon, planets, stars, the earth with its mountains and rivers, its trees, herbs and living creatures." Swollen with pride the serpent declared himself "the author ot tne universe," which made the goddess so angry that she kicked out his teeth...
According to Scholar-Poet Robert Graves, the Pelasgians, who inhabited Greece as early as 3500 B.C., thought up this version of genesis. Graves, who makes it the kickoff point of his grandiose two-volume The Greek Myths (Penguin; 95? a vol.), takes the Egg with a pinch of salt insofar as it pretends to historical accuracy. But he considers it a sound Egg in the mythical sense, in that it expresses the true and natural order of things. For like the Pelasgians and James Thurber, Poet Graves has no doubt that "woman [is] the dominant sex and man her frightened...
Instead of a mold, which has to be removed in a second operation, the doctors used a three-by-four-inch. egg-shaped plastic bag. They removed B.C.M.'s diseased bladder, severing the ureters and the urethra where they entered the bladder, and put the inflated bag in its place. A Y-shaped tube ran through the bag. Its two arms were inserted through the dangling ureters to the kidneys and its trunk was passed through the urethra and outside the body through an incision (necessary only in males). This short cut from the kidneys permitted B.C.M. to live...
...hunters-or rather, huntresses-are wasps out for big game to feed their young. They shoot only pointblank, not to kill but to paralyze, since the victim is to be sealed into the huntress' lair with her egg, and the larva thrives only on fresh meat. Though only such consecrated bug watchers as France's late great Entomologist Jean Henri Fabre get in on these magnificent shoots, British Science Writer John Crompton, author of the excellent Life of the Spider (TIME, July 3, 1950), has put all the bug watchers' best stories in this urbane and well...
...official occasions he came out in full marshal's regalia: robin's-egg-blue trousers with yellow stripes, dark green tunic and bright red sash. Underneath the blouse, he wore a brass plate to carry the weight of his vast collection of decorations. A horrified British officer noted that Britain's cherished Order of the Bath was hanging just about where the marshal's navel would be. The only medals Zhukov seemed genuinely proud of were the three gold stars of his thrice-awarded Hero of the Soviet Union...