Word: fragmentism
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...mass swooped in a long arc over Maine and Massachusetts. Groundlings saw its orange-red path, heard a mighty rumbling and hissing. Somewhere above the Massachusetts coastline the meteor exploded. At Salisbury Beach a crowd of Emergency Relief workers saw a fireball drop into the sea, cringed as another fragment thudded into the ground a scant 100 ft. away. One worker hastened to the spot, found the meteorite too hot to handle. A man near Newburyport saw a fireball with a 15 ft. trail splash into the ocean a half-mile from shore. Over Cape Cod a cloud of smoke...
...shrine where once it stood. But on the stonework bordering the steps was a prayer addressed to Nabu by King Sargon. There were carvings in wood and ivory, some of Egyptian inspiration, others bearing Phonecian winged sphinxes, bronze hinges engraved with images of bulls, men, centaurs, mermaids; an ivory fragment depicting a woman staring out of a window...
...upon thousands of men, women & children throughout the Christian world, beginning a novena to St. Anne, mother of Mary, grandmother of Jesus, whose day is July 26. U. S. worshippers flocked to Manhattan, to St. Anne's, her national shrine, or to St. Jean de Baptiste, where a fragment of her wristbone is credited with many a miracle of healing. Other U. S. pilgrims traveled to Quebec where they joined Canadians in kneeling at famed St. Anne de Beaupr...
...spoiled. It was while Lucrczia Bori was singing Debussy's "Recitative and Aria of Lia," from L'Enfant Prodigitc, that Mr. Stock's hitherto intact baton went sailing in three pieces from his passionate grasp into the ranks of the scraping violinists, one fragment just barely missing a plunge down the low back of the diva's gown. Mr. Stock, unaccountably prepared for the emergency, picked up another stick from his desk and went on restrainedly as ever...
Like a paleontologist who reconstructs what might have been a dinosaur from a fragment of its jawbone, Evelyn Scott has built a life-size novel from a few strangers' photographs. In her rented East Anglian cottage Author Scott found herself wondering about the people whose group pictures helped adorn the walls, soon was giving names, relationships, histories to their different faces. Though she does not claim infallibility for her method, she implies that a knowledge of contemporary types is all a novelist requires for such a reconstruction: "For the historian, the tombs of Egypt and his own contemporary mentality...