Word: fogged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...cloud hung over the agony of Budapest-part fog, part gun smoke, part dust. It muffled the thump of mortars and draped the spires of shattered cathedrals in dark, chilly folds. For miles around, the snow was black with soot. Heavy hoarfrost formed each night; and in the morning the dead in the streets glittered. Under the cloud and over the dead raged one of World War II's grimmest street battles. By the time the Red Army had cleared the city's 4,500 blocks of their stubborn German defenders, Budapest was a surrealist's nightmare...
...someone who cannot come." > Pity is the cruel emotion: "If there is anybody I detest, it is weak-minded sentimentalists-all those melancholy people who, out of an excess of sympathy for others, miss the thrill of their own essence and drift through life without identity, like a human fog, feeling sorry for everyone...
...hope of hearing their names called, like longshoremen at a midnight shape-up. Junkies who were good players a year ago swoop through the clubs in search of a touch, faces faintly dusty, feet itching, nodding, scratching. The simple jazz fans in the audience sit shivering in the cold fog of hostility the players blow down from the stand. A dig-we-must panic inhibits them from displaying any enthusiasm? which only further convinces the players that their music is lost on the wind...
...Oxford, Roger Lee Hostin, a 21-year-old American student, was suspended last week for keeping a girl in his room at night. Hostin said he invited the girl to spend the night because it was impossible to find a taxicab in the heavy British fog. When the girl's friends telephoned Hostin's dormitory, university officials found her in the American's closet...
...cold fog swirled over the River Spree, masking the watchtowers of Berlin's Wall and gathering in bright droplets on the bars of its newly installed steel gates. Suddenly, Communist searchlights poked white fingers into the fog, and the deep-throated barking of the Grenzpolizei's watchdogs echoed off the brick and barbed-wire barrier. A British military policeman scanned the Spree for escaping swimmers, but soon the searchlights flicked off, the dogs quieted, and the only sound was the rhythmic slam of Grepo boots on the cobblestones across the way. "They either got the poor bugger," muttered...