Word: fogged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...dish washer, a tramp and a louse-ridden outsider. In The Road to Wigan Pier, he experienced the squalor of hopelessness while his pink pals were pitying the proletariat. At the end of his life, when he was dying of TB, he characteristically decided to treat it on a fog-swept island off Scotland's west coast. Evelyn Waugh visited him on his deathbed, and the reactionary Catholic gourmet saw a rare quality in the socialist agnostic puritan. To Cyril Connolly, Waugh solemnly said: "He is very near to God." Told of this, Orwell sniffed: "Waugh is about...
...noxious blue haze produced by thousands of honking, creeping cars, buses and trucks hung like fog over the city from early morning until late evening. Cinemas were packed, and hard rock boomed from juke boxes at bars like the Papillon, the Bunny and the Eden. Giggling bar girls sipped "Saigon Tea," at $1.69 a glass, while their G.I. boy friends tossed down "33" beer. The coffee shops along Tu Do Street were jammed once more, as were the city's myriad open-air markets. Saigon was coming alive, and it was the fresh prospect of peace that was responsible...
...there were fears that an accident at sea had nullified Apollo's triumph in space. After a last voice transmission by Command Pilot Schirra from only 200 feet above the surface, Apollo lapsed into unscheduled silence; recovery helicopters from the aircraft carrier Essex flapped blindly through rainsqualls and fog in a vain search for the spacecraft. Then, Ap suddenly, the helicopters reported that they had picked up Apollo's homing signals. The spacecraft was only a third of a mile from its selected landing spot...
...zooming down through the fog to land a mere 40 minutes late. Though his talk ran longer than planned, Bailey, Murphy and Senator Abraham Ribicoff gradually pushed him back on schedule, and the Connecticut foray turned into a success. The Constitution Plaza hecklers were gentle, Waterbury's workers turned out in droves, and Humphrey finally flew to New York in high humor. Murphy, relieved but exhausted, boarded a plane for San Diego to handle this week's set of traps...
...really, and New York would be lucky if it were. For unlike New York's past labor troubles, this crisis doesn't revolve around the bread-and-butter issues with which the politics of compromise can deal. Behind a fog of legalisms and futile maneuverings looms a political scientist's nightmare: New York is experiencing the unbuffered collision of social forces and the situation has left its government sputtering impotently...