Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...into the oval office one day recently strutted a dapper dandy in brownish-grey toupee, cake makeup, Kings Man cologne, suede-and-'gator shoes, jeweled cuff links in the shape of a Jewish Torah, and a wristwatch with the letters of his name in place of the numerals. The watch spelled GEORGE JESSEL. The old vaudevillian briskly filled the President in on the war, assured him that he would waste no time in telling the world about the great job the boys were doing out there, and perhaps even winked a few funny lines at L.B.J. It was darn...
...Charlie Whitman and his mother returned together to Florida, he in a grey metal casket, she in a green-and-white one. With hundreds of curiosity seekers gawking and jostling in a rolling, palm-fringed cemetery in West Palm Beach, mother and son were buried with Catholic rites. Charlie had obviously been deranged, said the Whitmans' priest, and was not responsible for the sin of murder and therefore eligible for burial in hallowed ground...
...books have strong qualities in common, and some of the qualities are deplorable. Sick sex and vicious violence recur with obsessive frequency, and so do a number of Eng. Lit. leftovers; several of the new novelists describe clouds that look "like grey wool." At least half of them, however, make nervy experiments in fictional form, and almost all show the kind of ultimate concern with human beings that is no less religious because it calls itself existential. In almost every instance, the writers courageously explore the shape of a new fiction in form and spirit adequate...
...wasn't a Black Monday on Wall Street, but it was dark grey...
...like a scalpel. A nurse's face "gained an unreal nutcracker severity from the curve and compression of her nose and lips. It was as if a heavy weight on her head had crumpled the features underneath." Railroad tracks, "like never-ending stilettos, seemed to pierce into the grey, veined, bulging heart of the future." From his sickbed, Denton Welch saw life with the poignant clarity of a man seeing it for the last time...