Word: misting
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...parable The Maker. Included in the present volume, this 1958 work suggests Borges' own fate by invoking the life of the blind Homer. Before blindness sets in, writes Borges, the poet lives only by fleeting sensation: "Little by little, the beautiful world began to leave him; a persistent mist erased the lines of his hand, the night lost its multitude of stars. He went deep into his past, which seemed to him bottomless, and managed to draw out of that dizzying descent the lost memory that now shone like a coin under the rain." That memory...
...mostly warehouses and warehouses as the train rambled alongside Milwaukee Avenue toward the heart of the city. "Get your ticket ready. We're almost there." The faces on the people have turned from white to black and the vaporous mist of the city darkens. Alongside small factories, truckers back their vans up to the landing docks and the license plates on the front grilles form a road map of the route through Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado and into the Northwest where the trucker will eventually deliver his widgets in Portland. "When guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns," reads...
...saying, he reached for his sy ringe and his cocaine and was soon in a mist impenetrable even by pastiche...
...system would be relatively simple and inexpensive for the Soviets. Many of their 10,000 surface-to-air missiles now deployed could be converted to ABM use. The Russians have already displayed their skill in spreading high-flying aerosols; in 1968, they blinded U.S. radar with a metallic "mist" during the invasion of Czechoslovakia. The U.S. has made only paper studies of cloud-type ABM systems, and as yet has no plans for any operational tests. Said a U.S. defense official of the Soviet system: "It's one of those better mousetraps that appear to be working...
...White House," but there was a leisurely air to President Nixon's stay in San Clemente last week. The California sun deepened the presidential tan, and his spirits seemed to lift by several degrees. He piloted his fringe-topped golf cart, dubbed Cushman One, through the cool morning mist from his home to the office complex. He left his desk in midafternoon to stroll on his beloved beach, where the waves break far out and roll in parallel white lines to the shore. After the long and tumultuous spring, Richard Nixon was recharging...