Word: grass
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...come out finally." GUNTER GRASS, Nobel-prizewinning German author and peace activist, after admitting that he had served in Hitler's élite Waffen SS; he told a German newspaper it had been weighing heavily on his mind...
...will stain me forever." GUNTER GRASS, Nobel-prizewinning German author who for decades has criticized his compatriots unwilling to deal with their Nazi past, on his first-time admission last week that he had served in Hitler's élite Waffen...
...only insurance is her own trust.At the end of the boat a little larger than a bedroom, Chris and Jacqui hovered at identical picking tables. Three bulbs shone on their bare hands as they flung the clear shrimp into bubbling tanks. They swept piles of sea grass, slick fish, red-ripe coral, and moray eels back into the water. Bouncing porpoises caught the chum.But at 2 a.m. the machine that mixes oxygen into the water stopped pumping. The shrimp began to suffocate and turned white. Jacqui cursed. Chris scrambled under the deck to tweak the hot motor.They would lose everything...
...street to the National Cemetery. It was hot and we walked slowly, trying to poach some information from the group ahead of us that had shelled out $45 for a guide. We snapped photos of the gaudy monuments, but our eyes kept returning to the long arcs in the grass. These were rows of marble blocks, each carved with a number. “84,” “361,” “920”: the battle’s nameless dead. This, I kept thinking, is the closest I will...
...third wine was probably the best red I’ve ever tasted, a 1992 Château Montalena (a famous Napa Valley winery). The nose was complex, hinting at everything from grass to pepper. The wine itself tasted of subtle herbs with full tannins. What was most interesting was how it opened up with oxidation and food. I dug into my steak au poivre and swished the wine around the glass, and all of a sudden a bouquet of hitherto-absent garden flowers opened in my glass, demanding the attention of my entire palate...