Word: etherealizing
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...spent all this morning," he continued, "at a Boston Hospital--Massachusetts General. We were given a lecture in the same theatre where ether was first successfully used during an operation--a solemn, domed room. Tomorrow I'm going back...
...school years were marked by neither great distinction nor great popularity, but by an accident. While whooping it up at a pre-Lenten carnival parade, Quadros was nearly blinded by an exploding bottle of colored ether that Brazilians happily spray around as part of the fun. When the bandage came off, his left eye was canted out about 20°. He brooded for months, turning out tortured poetry about love, Brazil's destiny, himself...
...near the ceiling of Rio's gaudy old Municipal Theater, gay armadas of dangling colored disks swayed in a rising fog of tobacco smoke and perfumed ether. On the floor below, three dance bands, thousands of voices, brigades of clinking bottles and the hypnotic hop of feet endlessly sambaing built a solid wall of sound. In the midst of the jammed dancers, 24-year-old Gilda Lopes, clad in a Queen of Sheba wisp of gauze and sequins, shimmied deliriously on a table top, drinking in masculine ogles as a parched field drinks the spring rain. She lost...
...Janeiro, Brazil's four-day pre-Lenten carnival is wild enough. Surging through the city's streets, jamming its clubs, they sing, samba and spray passers-by with ether, in a pleasure-madness that only exhaustion can satiate. But for Brazil's women, the Rio carnival is a rare escape from the censorious control normally exercised by fathers, husbands and fiancés. Peeling off some of their clothes and more of their inhibitions, perfectly respectable Brazilian wives and mothers become during the Rio carnival the houris of their innermost dreams...
...Board in Recife, 1,200 miles north of Rio, had begun to work on her harem-girl outfit. Last week, shimmying atop her table at the Municipal Theater, she let her husband-a small man in a large tuxedo-have it square in the face with a squirt of ether from a spray bomb. "I went to another party dressed as a Roman girl," she explained in a shout above the din, "but it's hard to do bumps in a toga." From another table top near by, a handsome young matron in a white Carmen Miranda outfit went...