Word: heaped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Egypt (pop. 22,500,000). The vast ant heap of Soviet equipment received by Nasser surprised the Israelis, the English and French. Nasser believed that he could take Russian help without becoming a prisoner of the Communists, was obviously too cocksure. But signs persist that he is still nervous about becoming too dependent on the Russians...
...that teaches only graduate students, and while he hopes to stimulate the study of asronomy in high schools and colleges there, he will largely be giving up teaching. Not again will he come home with a batch of Astronomy 1 essays, toss them onto the floor in a heap and settle back with two or three cans of beer to read them. This system, of course, had its disadvantages for the student whose paper was being read when he ran out of beer, for Bok always advised brevity...
...surgeons cut them apart and remolded the ends. To keep them from growing together again, they slipped in a layer of tissue from Angelina's own thigh. Such a knee joint is flexible but not very stable. To make sure that Angelina would not fall in a heap when she tried to walk, the surgeons cut through the bone of the left knee, straightened it, then let it heal in the extended position. They used traction and casts on her hips, made new joints for her elbows. Angelina's muscles, atrophied from disuse, were strengthened by exercises...
Next day the Daily Mirror's irrepressible columnist, Cassandra, described Liberace as "this deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, scent-impregnated, chromium-plated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother-love" and declared that "he is the summit of sex-the pinnacle of Masculine, Feminine and Neuter . . ." The Sunday Pictorial ran a story headlined MY LOVELY BOY, by "Momma Liberace," and printed a picture made up half of his face, half of hers...
...harp or a guitar. And sometimes the music actually was more respectable, as when it was an orchestral arrangement of an operatic aria. This was the music of Annunzio Paolo Mantovani, a swarthy Italian-turned-Briton who five years ago zoomed to the top of the "mood music" heap and has stayed at or near it ever since...