Word: gaseousness
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...coal mine), and it makes the earnest pilgrim a lot easier for his friends (not to mention the movie audience) to take. Besides, playful self-deflation suits Bill Murray, who only did Ghostbusters in return for a shot at the second screen version of Somerset Maugham's most gaseous novel. The laid-back eccentricity of his Larry Darrell disrupts the slick romantic parabola of the story, in a way pretty Tyrone Power never could. And provides a few conscious laughs to balance the unconscious humor that inevitably bubbles up along with its spiritual vaporings...
Scientists remains unsure about the exact nature of the find because it was made with an infrared satellite, which uses non-visual detectors to search for sources of radiation that are relatively cool, in comparison to the hot, gaseous stars that comprise the majority of know celestial objects...
Even sharp-eyed amateurs with small telescopes or binoculars could make out the comet's bright central mass, or nucleus, and its long gaseous tail. Astronomers concluded that I-A-A was probably not a "virginal" comet, meaning one that has never before swept around the sun. Its lack of brilliance suggested that the sun had boiled off some of its icy material on earlier journeys, hundreds or even thousands of years...
...things we see that actually reside in the comet's nucleus." The most stunning observational feat came when the big, 1,000-ft. radio telescope in Arecibo, PR., managed to bounce radar waves off the fleeting object and perhaps settled the old argument over whether cometary nuclei are gaseous or solid. Said Harvard's Fred Whipple, dean of American comet watchers and chief proponent of the dirty-snowball theory: "The radar proves to my satisfaction that there is a solid object in the center of the comet...
...Sandro Chia, whose show of paintings and bronzes opened last week at the Leo Castelli gallery in New York's SoHo district, is the most promising of the artists who have emerged from Italy in the past few years, floating to New York City like putti on roseate, gaseous clouds of hype. Because they share the same initial and transplanted nationality, Chia, Enzo Cucchi, 32, and Francesco Clemente, 31, tend to be bracketed together as the "three Cs." In fact they are very different painters. Chia's light-operatic gifts have little in common with Cucchi...