Word: mirroring
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sunlight, it should be inexhaustible. This opens up some interesting possibilities. In an earlier experiment the Cambridge men discovered that when nitric oxide is re leased in daytime, it is acted upon by sunlight and forms a dense cloud of electrified particles that reflect radio waves as a mirror reflects light. A few such reflectors properly spaced around the curve of the earth might support new kinds of long-range communication. Rockets fired at night might illuminate large areas if they released substantial amounts of nitric oxide. The gas is effective as long as it is sufficiently concentrated...
...Dangerous Age. The bulk of the novel begins in flashback one summer day in 1937 when Lucy Crown examines her nude body in the mirror and realizes she has reached the dangerous age: "There are the little secret marks of time on the flesh of my thighs. I must walk more. I must sleep more. I must not think about it. Thirty-five." Hubby Oliver still appreciates her ("You have a wonderful belly"), but he is preoccupied, as usual, with getting away from their lakeside summer place for a busy, productive week at the plant. Lucy is left with...
...young chambermaid, is prepared to quake at the countess' least whim. Instead, she finds herself cast as a confidante of yesteryear in the old lady's wandering mind. Each day, in the afterglow of the Roman twilight, the countess stares deeply into her Florentine silver-gilt hand mirror and conjures up a hallucinated remembrance of loves past...
Lilly kicks off with a brisk survey of the U.S. scene today-"truly a golden age for women"-and then goes straight to work on how to get the mining done. "First take off all your clothes and stand in front of a full-length mirror and look at yourself. Be brave, for this is going to be a shock." It is likely to be more than that-in view of the dreadful revelation of "bulges in the wrong places." a ghastly "sag" in the abdomen, the flesh "flabby" overall, and blown up bolsterwise into "a roll around the midriff...
Like most men, Sean O'Casey is a hero to his mirror. Yet he has reason above vanity for some of his pride; he climbed out of the Dublin slums to the fameupholstered penthouse of playwriting, leaving at least two masterpieces to mark the trail, i.e., The Plough and the Stars, Juno and the Paycock. Along the way he has also taken on a habit of piling chips on his shoulders and wearing them like epaulettes. The Green Crow is largely a dress parade of pet peeves, mostly in the form of journalistic pieces on the theater, actors, critics...