Word: growingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Ernst's world of fantasy, the image is never lost, though it can be marvelously elusive. Machines are almost people, plants grow eyes and arms, human figures are bits of geometry, strips of wallpaper become layers of geology, a forest could easily be an ancient ruin, and a ruin might seem to be made up of human organs...
...Ford's biggest customer, Jim Moran takes a vital interest in the company's plans-but he is a man of independent mind. He thinks that the trend to luxury compacts, combined with a trend to greater power, may eventually cause the compact to grow right up again into a bigger, more comfortable car. He considers present compacts-including his hot-selling Falcon-transient fads that will probably win not much more than their present (30%) share of the market...
...member of the musteline family (mink, marten, mongoose, badger, weasel, skunk), the otter is essentially "a big water weasel"-most northern breeds reach the size of a spaniel, but some in South America grow as big as a seal. He looks like a giant, furry snail. He swims as a swallow flies, all liquid grace. He runs like something squeezed out of a tube, and whenever he sits down he looks like a six-year-old girl in her mother's fur coat-in some species his hide is so loose that it hangs down in folds and even...
...familiar gnomes will still spoil the revels of economist-nymphs: tied ("Buy American") funds and too pronounced a preference for hard loans repayable only in dollars. Nor has the President entirely exorcised the most offensive ghoul of Eisenhower days, the irritating insistance that foreign nations ought to grow more the way American...
Doubtless, scores of T. S. Eliot devotees, not to mention old T.S. himself, have taken offense at the unenviable status accorded him by your inapplicable excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. "I grow old . . . I grow old . . ." implies that our hero, like Prufrock, has aged into aimless ineffectivity, a frustrated prisoner of existence. All such inferences are belied by your magazine, which shows Eliot, scantily clad, in unmistakably blissful contentment, visibly impervious to his public, and matrimonially endowed with a woman less than half...