Word: gleaming
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...first-name terms, with plain folks. Morse is a distinguished, if pedagogic, orator ("My duty, as I see it, is to translate moral values into legislation")-but he is probably the coldest baby-kisser in U.S. politics. McKay's eyes twinkle with warm humor. Morse's gleam with the zeal of a prophet...
...worth of a revolutionary idea: that it should be possible to learn more about the inside of a diseased human heart by inserting a thin rubber tube (catheter) into it. But none of his hospital colleagues in Eberswalde, near Berlin, was willing to be a guinea pig. Suspecting the gleam in young Forssmann's eyes, the chief surgeon even forbade his experimenting on himself. Secretly one night Dr. Forssmann punctured a vein in his arm and persuaded a fellow resident to start working a tube into it. With little more than i ft. inserted, the friend quit, protesting that...
...arrives with more money than manners and will no doubt leave with more of the former and even less of the latter; the Big Man from Texas who tells you how to remember his name by shortending it to A. Wolf, and then with a great little gleam in his eye, continues the impression by drawing, "Where I come from a guy's a guy and a girl's a girl--"; the typical ivy league character who came to Harvard to raise hell even as his grandfather Cabot before him; the intellectual who studies you as dance and looks...
...through Palladian palaces and country estates and catches pleasant fragments of the earthly paradise inhabited by Russia's landed gentry-the balls and hunts, the troika races and officers' revels. The duel between Pierre and Dolokhov is fought in a dawnlit forest where snow and awakening sky gleam with as many frosty gradations of white as a pearl fresh from the sea. When Pierre, a civilian at the front, hears the opening guns of the bloody concert at Borodino, he runs awkwardly along a hillside, trying to peer ahead through a tangle of shrubbery until at last...
Long acknowledged as a master craftsman in an exacting trade, Bates writes with an English sense of place and social pattern; his prose often carries the gleam of England's pale sunlight. The title story is a neatly cut account of murder, told obliquely and in retrospect. A farmer kills the man he suspects of seducing his bride. Returning home after serving his sentence, the farmer finds his daughter now almost the same age his wife had been when he killed her lover. Slowly, and by indirection, the reader becomes aware that the daughter, too, could be seduced...