Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Numberless are the world's wonders, but none more wonderful than man; the storm-grey sea yields to his prows, the huge crests bear him high; earth, holy and inexhaustible, is graven with shining furrows where his plows have gone . . ." (Antigone...
When he appeared in Washington in September, a reporter who had long known Ted found him visibly older, somewhat slow of step, the grey flecks at his temples more apparent. His waist has begun to thicken. He still wears a brace as a result of the broken back suffered in a 1964 plane crash. His future? "I'm just feeling my way," he said then, "day by day." He did some limited campaigning for Hubert Humphrey. He starred at a couple of fundraisers to offset the $3.5 million deficit left from Robert's presidential primary campaign. Gradually...
...comparison with the countryside, Havana, once the playground of the Caribbean, is clean, grey and drab. Its nightclubs are shuttered (except for the anniversary celebrations, when some opened and featured leather-skirted go-go girls), its streets are empty of cars and its remaining 55,000 private business establishments nationalized, including most of its once ubiquitous and distinctive coffee stands. Queueing for everything from an ice-cream cone or a cup of coffee to a wedding date and a reservation for the honeymoon hotel room (furnished by the government) has become an accepted part of Cuban life...
...chilly, hazy morning last week when the men walked one by one through light snow that dusted the 250-ft. Bridge of No Return from North to South Korea. In quilted blue coats, grey shirts, flannel trousers and white-soled black sneakers, the 82 surviving crew members filed over the bridge at ten-foot intervals. The body of the 83rd, Fireman Duane Hodges, mortally wounded during the hijacking by North Korean patrol boats, was brought to mid-bridge in a North Korean ambulance and his coffin transferred to a waiting U.S. truck...
Essentially Lonely. Reality intrudes all too soon at the top of the gangplank at 57th Street and the Hudson River. Visions of beautiful secretaries, lonely models and experience-hungry Vassar girls fade at the sight of manicured matrons, overweight men, blue-grey hair, pancaked wrinkles. The few under-30s seem swallowed up in a sea of over-40s and over...