Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Despite his 72 years, Tito himself looked remarkably fit, and his hair, doubtless with the help of his barber, still showed scarcely any grey. He betrayed his age only by taking a 45-minute recess midway in his three-hour speech; in the old days, Tito could go on for hours without getting winded...
Goldfinger. A grey sports car spirals lazily up an Alp. Looks like any other Aston Martin? Look again. This rod has bulletproof windows, and can change license plates at the flick of a switch. Its radioscope tracks a bugged automobile 240 km. away. From vents in the rear it releases a smokescreen and an oil slick. From ports in the grille it protrudes a pair of machine guns. What's more, the rear axle of the chariot is armed with bladed hub caps that telescopically extend to chew up the rubber of an overtaking vehicle. And if the driver...
...their silver begging bowls. In Laos, the bonzes form a silent silhouette against the ornate temple roofs of the royal capital of Luangprabang. In Burma, they enter Rangoon framed against the great Shwe Dagon pagoda, its massive gilded spire shimmering in the early dawn. Though the robes may be grey in Formosa or black in Japan, in much of Asia the day begins with this same silent march of the mendicants. Passing laymen place gifts of food in the bowls, humbly thanking the monks for thus permitting the givers to acquire merit...
...closed its door. Promised a view of an "estuary of black swans," Anthea imagines herself standing on the promontory that is covered by paperbark trees, near enough to see the writhing of the black necks. "Did she altogether want? Or touch the papery bark, flaking down, down around the grey dunny,* into opalescent scales. Sun and wind, to say nothing of moonlight, had worked upon the paper-barks. Better to watch without becoming involved in any process of skin. She withdrew her hand, finally, out of reach of further experience...
Elburg is a gossipy little farming and fishing community of 4,000 that eyes with suspicion all strangers who enter its grim, grey, 17th century walls, takes religion seriously, and demands reparation for sins against divine law. Without a doubt, Pastor Van der Wiel, 54, had offended Elburg's sense of the proprieties. As pastor of the Reformed Church for ten years, he had earned the clannish townsfolk's respect for his learned sermons, theological orthodoxy and stern denunciations of engaged couples who did not wait until their wedding night. The town was horrified seven weeks ago when...