Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...began on a chill, grey afternoon 20 years ago. The site was a laboratory in a squash court beneath the stands of the University of Chicago's old Stagg Field Stadium. Gathered there was a team of scientists and engineers headed by Enrico Fermi, a refugee from Mussolini's Italy. They had finished building history's first nuclear reactor. Now they were using it to produce the first controlled nuclear reaction...
...GAULLE lives in stone houses. In cosmopolitan Paris, home is the buff-colored Elysée Palace, an elaborate 18th century pleasure dome that belonged to Mme. de Pompadour, mistress of King Louis XV. In rural Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises, home is a 14-room château of grey limestone surrounded by formal gardens and groves of elm and pine. In both, le grand Charles tries to keep life as simple and uncomplicated as possible...
Silent Phones. Mornings in Paris, De Gaulle is awakened at 7 by his shy, grey-eyed wife Yvonne, for he will permit neither clocks nor radio in his bedroom. After a breakfast of black coffee and dry toast (croissants on Thursdays and Sundays), De Gaulle changes from striped pajamas to one of the ten double-breasted suits (navy blue, black, or charcoal grey) chosen and laid out by his valet, scans the morning papers and listens to the 8:15 news broadcast before crossing the hall to his office in the Salon Doré, also on the Elys...
Loyal Lady. In its brief, parochial career, Agence Europe has won itself a reputation for feats of espionage that would do credit to the CIA or Britain's M15. Headed since its foundation by grey-haired Emanuele Gazzo, onetime Genoa bureau chief for Italy's Ansa News Agency, Agence Europe has been unwrapping secrets almost from birth. Far ahead of official release, it reported on the original formation of the Common Market and Euratom, the Common Market countries' joint nuclear-development agency...
Madama Butterfly, you know, is about as Japanese as lasagne. The Boston Opera Group's production, which will be presented again at the Harvard Square Theatre tomorrow night, almost manages to convince us otherwise: Ming Cho Lee's set is delicately authentic in shades of grey; the second-act Flower Duet culminates in an inspired bit of flower-arranging rather than in the usual mess of pink petals strewn about the stage; best of all, the cast is almost entirely Japanese. We are, as I said, almost convinced that Madama Butterfly is really about Japan-but Puccini's music spoils...