Word: greyingly
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...West are the battery hens of fiction, their relative status usually assessed in terms of yield. Questions of individual flavor, style or craft are usually redundant. Thus Louis L'Amour, who has produced 60 or so novels to date, is a spring chicken compared with Zane Grey, creator of 89 extra-large books (approximately 9 million words) between 1904 and 1939, or Max Brand (Destry Rides Again), who could turn out 14 pages an hour, and managed a total of 25 million words and 13 pen names before his death...
...seemed almost a pity. If Harvard had to have a fly fishing club, it's a good thing that somebody named Geordie Thomson would be the president of the thing. After all, Geordie Thomson's name sounds like a trout fly, somewhere between a Quill Gordon and a Grey Ghost. Conversations could run like...
...SCRAP of newspaper blows among the litter of the railroad tracks. A group of people wait on Platform 5 of Baltimore's Penn Station for the 9:45 a.m. train to New York. A middle-aged man dressed in a spotless grey-flannel suit waits nervously with his wife. Her face is heavily powdered and her hair is piled high on her head. Close to the track a wrinkled-looking man in a creased sear-sucker sports coat checks his watch and begins to pace in a narrow circle. His sparse white mustache stands out on his lined black face...
...creaks into South Station, and in a minute its passengers have disembarked and are walking to the terminal. Inside the newstand and bakery are closed, and only a few people here and there wait in the high-ceilinged, dimly-lit hall. A wiry, haunch-backed man, wearing a plain grey uniform, whistles softly as he sweeps the floor with a lazy push of his broom...
...crescendo. "We've got a winner," the man to the right yelled. The radio reports had been right, for striding down the asphalt, flanked by police motorcycles, was Neil Cusack of East Tennessee State, eating up the last few yards. Far above, the Prudential Center loomed in the suddenly grey sky as the crowd whistled and screamed its approval...