Word: fusing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...emotional landfall with the two characters no longer fencing defensively but confessing their past scars, present fears and future hopes. The reason this is so affecting lies in the consummate skill and total humanity with which Moore and Ferrell in fuse their roles...
...photographers are arranged chronologically, beginning with Gertrude Kasebier, born 1852, in Iowa. In Kasebier's day artificial control of props and rigid poses was favored, so her impressionistic approach was frowned on at first. Her pictures avoid clean lines that trace intricate detail and fuse broad patches of light and shade. They don't intend to document, just coax an emotional response. She did a series on motherhood, in which titles were appended as interpretations. For example, "Blessed Art Thou Among Women," and "The War Widow." The latter depicts a lank, forlorn woman with a child raised against her shoulder...
...high that "lifenatics" have taken to exchanging their discoveries in a quarterly newsletter, "Lifeline," published by Life Buff Robert T. Wainwright, a computer specialist in Wilton, Conn. Sample report: "I wanted to find a pattern that would blow up, a bomb that creates a spectacular explosion when the lit fuse burns down." Wainwright himself works hard in his spare time on extending the limits of Life. The paper he presented at this week's 1974 Winter Simulation Conference discussed how the game can imitate creation. Acting like molecules in the primordial broth out of which real life may have...
...also invented several kinds of napalm bombs, including a celluloid case filled with napalm and equipped with a time fuse, for use by espionage agents; a tiny, cylindrical napalm bomb with a time fuse, designed to be attached to bats who might nest in enemy installations; and the "Harvard candle", a napalm bomb which could be ignited by a match head attached...
...sheets and hoods even, where he could get the green light for an unlimited construction plan, where his crewcut wouldn't be conspicuous in crowds. Gambril, whop deserted the nucleus of swimmers who followed the lure of his name and reputation into the Cambridge jungle, hoping to somehow fuse the academics and social qualities of Harvard and calibre swimming into a quixotic wonder land where having and eating one's cake would not be impossible or even out of reach. Gambril, who left a brief but indelible brank on the deck at the IAB pool, but who left nonetheless. What...