Word: feels
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...bargain with the Soviet Union rather than simply capitulate. Instead of going to Moscow himself, Finnish Foreign Minister Eljas Erkko sent his diplomatic subordinate, the Finnish Minister to Sweden Juho Paasikivi, a onetime Premier of Finland, now President of the Finnish Foreign Trade Association. "We are calm and feel not the slightest nervousness!" cried Finnish Premier Aimo Cajander, while letting it be known that reservists were being rushed to strengthen Finland's defenses along the Soviet frontier. It was assumed that Dictator Stalin would demand the "lease" of several small Finnish islands near Leningrad and that this would have...
...planes circled the boat. "As each bomber swooped down on us, [the sailors] shook their fists and yelled what sounded like 'Flu, Flu, Flu.'* I laughed at them. . . . But it really was ghastly of those bombers to do that-it made those fine, strong, young Norwegian seamen feel so very helpless, against those with whom they have...
That plants have "emotions," "heart beats," feel pain, were theories of the late Hindu Botanist Sir Jagadis Chunder Bose. Every gardener knows that "wounded" plants heal themselves with mysterious juices. Last summer, Chemist James English Jr. and James Frederick Bonner, working at the California Institute of Technology with famed Dutch Plantman Aire Jan Haagen-Smit, announced that they had solved the mystery of that healing juice. In a kitchen-simple experiment, they butchered a batch of fresh Kentucky Wonder string beans, dribbled the hormone-rich juice into the pod-linings of other wounded beans. In a few hours, large clumps...
...readers accompany young Tom through the night when he sees a rape and a lynching, through barren Mississippi and Louisiana into Texas, they may feel that if The Asiatics and The Seven Who Fled could be accepted as truth in Oklahoma, Night of the Poor cannot be so accepted this side of Teheran. The language of Prokosch's Americans is a salty, sometimes melodious mimicry, but it rings false too often in such mixtures as "One can't be sure of nothin'. . . ." He speaks of "oil wells burning through the moth-hung night" in Texas, when...
...reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it ... of if it were sublime, to know it by experience. ... If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business...