Word: ghosted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...midnight just 9 days, 15 hrs., 5 min. and 10 sec. after clearing the No. 2 buoy in Los Angeles harbor, the Morning Star glided like a ghost ship into a searchlight beam off Diamond Head. Once more she was first to finish; she had trimmed 19 hours off her old record. Said Rheem: "I wouldn't want to try and break that one." Then, as before, he settled back to wait and see who had really...
...canals, dazed by the murmurous dusk, by the majesty of campanile and palace, by the whisper of a distant guitar. Few actresses in films could equal Hepburn's evocation of aching loneliness on her first night in Venice as she wanders, forlorn and proud, like a primly starched ghost in a city of lovers...
...week the diggers found a shallow grave containing the skeleton of a young man close to seven feet tall. His shield, spear and knife identified him as a Saxon of the early fifth century. All his limbs were broken, according to the pagan burial custom (perhaps to cripple the ghost), and the back of his skull had been bashed in. The diggers hoped that one of the Britons of Puddle Hill had liquidated at least one of the monstrous Saxons...
...herself but Miss Thompson had to repeat to me all her words as I could understand only a very few words which she pronouced very distinctly indeed. A stranger has to be used to her speech before he can under stand all she says. Her voice, however, was not "ghost-like" as a friend of mine suggested. Perhaps it becomes that when she is tired. Another friend has told me that some say that others help her to write her books. When one has the privilege of conversing with her, any such suspicions are dispelled. She has such a keen...
High spot in the book is Bridgeman's record altitude try. Writes Bridgeman: "I have left the world . . . Every cell, fluid, muscle of my body is acutely awake. Perception is enormously exaggerated- black is blacker, white is whiter. Silence is more acute . . . Fear seems to be independent, a ghost sitting on my shoulder . . . Time is now. Nothing but this experience is significant ... It is intensely bright outside . . . There seems to be no reflection; it is all black or white, apparent or nonapparent. No half-tones ... I roll to the right and there it is. Out of the tiny window...