Word: erful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...er the cool night air like Shalimar...
Moynihan did not have a conventional liberal upbringing. There were books in his home, it is true, but they were always in danger of being repossessed, like the family auto. When he was eleven, his father, a ne'er-do-well newsman, walked out on the family, which partly explains Pat's lifelong preoccupation with broken homes. To provide for her daughter and two sons, Pat's mother became a night nurse and later opened a bar in Hell's Kitchen on Manhattan's West Side; Pat often served as bartender...
ANNULAR and partial eclipses of the sun are not very interesting to scientists because the remaining two or three per cent of the ?? disc completely drowns out the coro?-a halo that is 500,000 times fain??er than the rest of the sun. It is possible to study the corona without an ??clips by using a coronagraph-a met?? disc held in front of telescope to create an artificial eclipse. However, interplanetary dust and sunlight scattered in the upper atmosphere obliterate the corona's fine details...
This novel, the author's first since Rosemary's Baby, has odd minor fascinations-like the work of a soap sculptor or a first-rate Christmas cookie frost-er. It is set a couple of centuries hence and rather predictably envisions mankind living passive and at peace under the tutelage of a gigantic computer named Uni. It doles out compulsory, will-killing drugs and makes the major decisions of every man's life. Yet the characters seem more pompous than drugged. The plot, despite a few captivating wrinkles, is the classic man-beats-awesome-machine gambit borrowed...
...process of disintegration and the loss of the mythic anticipation culminated with a group of skits put on by the caravan the?er. Which bombed. Policemen are standing in the usual little clumps, foundling their enormous nightsticks, as if (does it need saving?) they were the longest hardest pricks in the world. We have only what we have, and we are certainly not fondling anything as it grows colder and colder. And a whole segment of the march line on Tremont Street is jumping up and down with blood curdling pogo stick yells, but it is only to keep warm...