Word: lording
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...brilliantly sunny, almost windless day at the little fishing village of Mullaghmore overlooking Donegal Bay on Ireland's northwest coast. Lord Louis Mountbatten, 79, the distinguished war hero, diplomat and elder statesman of Britain's royal family, was summering as usual at his turreted stone castle, Classiebawn, in the green hills. Dressed in faded corduroys and rough pullover, Mountbatten was a beloved and folksy figure around Mullaghmore, where he had vacationed for 35 years. He could sometimes be seen standing knee-deep in the waters offshore, fishing for shrimp, and occasionally took local children for a ride...
...party proceeded along the coast, still only a stone's throw from shore, for a few hundred yards, then stopped to inspect Lord Mountbatten's lobster pots...
Suddenly, an enormous explosion shattered the summer stillness of the harbor. The blast blew the boat "to smithereens," in the words of one eyewitness, and hurled all seven occupants into the water. Nearby fishermen raced to the rescue. Still breathing, Lord Mountbatten was pulled into one of the boats. He died, his legs nearly blown off, almost immediately. Two Belfast doctors on holiday hastily set up a makeshift aid station on the wharf, using old doors for stretchers, broken broomsticks for splints and ripped-up sheets to bind up wounds until ambulances arrived to rush the victims to Sligo General...
...there's a bard here, who each year steps onto the stage of Sanders Theater to infect students with his love for ancient legends. Unbowed by his decades of teaching, Albert Lord is himself the most legendary of Harvard professors still actively teaching undergraduates, the kind of man today's students will remember 20 years hence the way returning alumni now recall John Finley...
...while Sayers (1893-1957) is famous primarily for her detective stories, Lord Peter was only one of her literary products. A medievalist ("I am a scholar gone wrong," she once remarked), she translated Dante and several early French epics. She wrote feisty essays on the decline of the detective novel, the proper use of English, and, in Are Women Human?, male arrogance: "I am occasionally desired by congenital imbeciles and the editors of magazines to say something about the writing of detective fiction 'from the woman's point of view.' You might as well ask what...