Word: fountain
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...Fountain's fatal weakness is an unnatural and very unmusical style of dialogue. Modeled on Victorian storybooks for young readers (e.g., "Children, is it not about this time that the lapegeria comes out at Kew?"), it makes all the characters, without exception, sound like awkward, clockwork dolls. Too bad, because Rebecca West's descriptions of period colors, clothes, homes and mealtimes recapture the world of half a century ago as brightly as a painted canvas...
...able to learn "the innermost secrets of life." Concentration enables the Chief to attain "harmony with the universe, and then all things are possible." According to Ridd, the more one weaves, the more he will elevate his mentality, leading ultimately to infinite peace of mind and the fountain of all knowledge...
...Haskins Laboratories, New York City, and later to M.I.T., where he concentrated on practical gadgets. The one demonstrated last week, the only one to be completed before Dr. Witcher's death last month, is called an Audible Vision Probe. It is about as big as a short, fattish fountain pen, and a thin wire leads from it to an earphone. At one end of the probe is a small lens, and inside is a photocell that is sensitive to differences of light and shade...
...fasten safety belts securely, rest head on pillow on the knees, cross wrists behind legs, grasp each ankle from the front). Passengers discarded their shoes (the women took off stockings so they would not slip if they had to walk on a wing), got rid of sharp objects (e.g., fountain pens, tie clasps), shouldered their way into life jackets. One woman tore the crucifix from her rosary, kept the beads...
...gulped, audibly, regrettably, and made for fresh air. The mist was a sweet but persistent spit now, and we gathered up our pluck and struck off on Fountain Ave. As we passed Primrose Path, Ash Ave., Indian Ridge, and a few other bustling thoroughfares, we remembered the recent experience there of an anarchic friend, told us in the cheerful atmosphere of the Adams House Dining Hall...