Word: inched
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Cahn and Fred R. Shechter admit, in the A.M.A. Journal, that they also might have failed to solve the mystery, but they happened to see something moving on the patient's skin. It proved to be an eight-legged critter, little more than one-fiftieth of an inch long, later identified as the northern fowl mite (Ornithonyssus sylviarum). The black dots Mrs. T. had noticed proved to be the mites' droppings. Evidently the mites caused the itching, and the fact that Mrs. T.'s husband, a clothing salesman, was not affected, though he slept in the same...
...chemical virtuosity of living cells. Under the eye of the microscope they seem placid things. The slimy protoplasm inside them sometimes streams slowly, but little other action is visible. This quietude is an illusion. The typical cell, which may be only one twenty-five-thousandth of an inch long, is aboil with chemical action. It is building thousands of complex compounds and tearing other thousands to bits. It selects nutrients that it wants, and in some mysterious way absorbs them selectively through its outer wall. Tiny, mysterious bodies move through its protoplasm, and inside the nucleus reside the powerful chromosomes...
...higher animals, including humans. If such a process is discovered, not much DNA will be needed. The entire supply of DNA that could control the heredity of the next generation of the human species (several billion individuals) could be put in a cube one twenty-fifth of an inch on a side...
...seven weeks, Kilpatrick's right calf and left stump were joined. He could not move his lower limbs as much as a hundredth of an inch. He was anchored by weights and pins were inserted in the bone. Then for four weeks stump and foot were joined. The flap took. Kilpatrick could have saved himself great pain if he had simply asked the doctors to amputate the right foot. "But it's worth all this to a man," says Dr. Kelly, "to have a leg and be able to hobble...
...harvest time, Santandereano peasants bolted their spring planting and scrambled as fast as their bare feet would take them to the dune-like ant hills that dot the countryside near the city of Bucaramanga. Stepping lively to avoid the angry swarms of worker ants, they seized the inch-long queens as they emerged, and popped them into hollowed calabashes. The nimblest harvesters caught up to three lbs. of ants in a morning's work...