Word: greyish
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...third day, a handful of Londoners - stenographers, shopkeepers, even some Foreign Office toffs -collected about the familiar area now cleared for action. Lieut. Mellor and one sergeant walked into a public convenience marked "Ladies" (where the dynamite plungers had been installed). There was a hush, then Annie exploded, and greyish-black smoke shot up into the clear, rain-washed sunlight...
Bevin leads a rather lonely life with his placid, greyish wife Florence, usually stays at a small, homelike flat on the top floor of the Foreign Office. He is rabidly jealous of his privacy and coldly forbidding toward most reporters. Confided one London correspondent last week: "The only way to get him is to call the Foreign Office switchboard and say in a firm voice: 'The flat, please...
Belmont, a greyish, thin-lipped man in his 60s, calls his painting Color-Music Expressionism. "Inherent synesthetic perceptions" (granted, he explains, to only 5% of humanity) account for his seeing colors when he hears musical sounds. He has supplemented his natural gift with a complex mathematical scheme, based on the comparative vibrations of sounds and light rays.* A ray of red, for example, has about 477,000,000,000 vibrations per second. Its tonal equivalent, to Belmont, is the key of C. Similarly, the key of D is orange; E, yellow; F, yellow-green, etc. Thus, a dirge is painted...
...third son of a Baptist minister in Chicopee Falls, Mass. He was descended from a distinguished line of New England pirates and preachers. His father was "so fat he could not lean over"; his mother was "a piece of frail Dresden china." Edward, slight, studious, with keen, greyish eyes and a musical voice, failed his physical examination for West Point. He studied briefly in Germany and at Union College, read law by himself and set up as a lawyer. In two years he had one case. At 21 he got a job writing editorials for the New York Evening Post...
...dead German lay in a ditch. In his worn, dirty infantry-private's uniform, he looked like a fallen bronze statue covered with a heavy greyish-green patina-except for the wax-yellow face, the blond hair and the staring blue eyes. He was young, not much over...