Word: iron-grey
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Nonetheless, there are times when the sight of the iron-grey ceiling we used to call the sky, and the voice of the meteorologist calling for another thunderstorm, and the thought of pulling on sodden boots for a trek across campus conspire to make Harvard students wish that they had chosen to pursue their higher education in warmer climes. Suddenly, California earthquakes don't seem...
...that particular gathering. We were talking about the Street Choir, who were playing for a ridiculously heterogeneous audience of musicians, reviewers, recording executives in sharkskin suits with greasy skins, and Albert Grossman, the Sullen Santa Claus of the Pop World, the man with the golden touch. His long iron-grey haired presence thoroughly dominated the whole scene. He stood in the back of the room averting his eyes...
...living. "We must get Turkey moving again!" he proclaims. The military, which holds the real balance of power, still bans any direct reference to the slain strongman or the use of his Democratic Party's name, but Demirel's Justice Party uses as its symbol an iron-grey horse-and the word for that, in dialect, is demirkirat. The demirkirat has become so popular that in one Black Sea village a Justice Party supporter last week knifed a Republican who, he felt, was singing a folk song about a grey horse without the proper respect...
...With his iron-grey hair, light blue eyes and dimpled chin, Syrian Strongman Amin Hafez, 42, conveys so genial a manner that it is hard to believe he is called the Butcher of Damascus. Last week he once again lived up to that name. Syria was a charnel house. In the midland city of Hama, mothers wailed over the bodies of dead sons, the famed Sultan Mosque lay in ruins, and the corpse of one rebel leader, riddled with 50 bullets, was contemptuously dumped by soldiers from an open jeep onto the sidewalk. The bloody-handed Baath (Renaissance) Party...
...back seat listening to Mantovani on a built-in stereophonic tape recorder. The car stopped on the mountaintop, where a friend was waiting; the man got out, a trim 6 feet with heavy-lidded blue eyes and an actor's dash. The wind riffled his wavy, iron-grey hair as he gazed out over Irvine Ranch, the miles and miles of grazing land and citrus groves rolling down to the Pacific...