Word: moistly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...best, this machinery produces intellectual discipline. At its worst it becomes a "the tell'em, test'em, tell'em" theory, according to which the mind is likened to a sponge which can only be made pliable by soaking up some of the moist facts and concepts which the scholars annually pour over...
November is the cruelest month on the Great Lakes. The icy winds from the north meet the warm, moist air from the south-and the clash brings wild gales that have torn apart scores of ships, killed thousands of people. Last week the 16,000 ton (d.w.t.), 623-ft. limestone carrier Carl D. Bradley died in Lake Michigan's cruel November...
...view of Mayo-born Novelist George Moore, was "a fatal disease" from which "it is the plain duty of every Irishman to disassociate himself." To the waspish eye of Novelist Honor Tracy, herself part Irish, Ireland is less a disease than a delusion. Its inhabitants live as snug and moist as a colony of clams in "a little bubble of [their] own imagining," feeding their dreams on "the piccolo, morte that lurks in the flagon...
...Whatever lucky Jim wants in females he gets, whether it is Neighbor Betty Lee, whose "cool firm thighs were like two great silver carp," or Cousin Nory, whose thighs, "with their milk-white, melon-firm flesh, struck his mind with ruinous astonishment." or Schoolteacher Irene, whose thighs are "like moist and mobile alabaster...
...memory of this fellowship I carry emblazoned on my fading consciousness. It is the memory of staggering upstairs from the dining hall to my moist and tropical room, my belly swelled with an evening feast of boiled potato, wads of creamy butter, rice pudding, French bread, crispy pie crust and glass upon glass of tepid milk. (It is of such starch that tomorrow's leaders are made.) It is the memory of a genial House superintendent humbly whistling an Irish air as he searched musty closets for machine-guns, hashish, Radcliffe girls and other contraband. It is the memory...