Word: nose
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Space pioneer of the week: a male Latin American squirrel monkey. Strapped into a rubber-padded chamber in the nose cone of a Jupiter intermediate-range ballistic missile, the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed beast, Little Old Reliable by name, made space-research history as the first higher mammal to travel hundreds of miles into space, where only a Russian dog and U.S. mice had gone before. Purpose of the test: to gather data on how a human might fare in space flight. Reasons for picking a squirrel monkey: small size-Little Old Reliable weighed less than 1 lb.-and close...
Some 15 minutes and 1.500 miles after the Jupiter soared into the sky, its nose cone plunged into the Atlantic off the West Indian island of Martinique. The cone had been fitted up with devices-automatically inflated float, flashing light, beeping radio transmitter, etc.-that had enabled Navy-Army task forces to find and recover three earlier Jupiter nose cones. But this time, somehow, the apparatus failed to work. After searching for six hours, the task force gave up, and the Army announced that Little Old Reliable was missing in action and presumed dead. But after his electronic fashion...
Even though it was December, the winter around us with all its vital austerity, I asked her to my room again and again. But again and again, Snyde stayed around. Snyde--blond, from Beacon Hill, via Concord Reformatory--I hated him. He stayed around, picking his nose, reading old Crime book reviews and playing those acid esoteric Mozart quartets when I wanted Fantasy in Flyland and Ravel to work upon her soul...
...fired to reduce its speed at the chosen moment and spot. A parachute will slow it further, and a radio will shout an S O S. Finding the satellite with its undeveloped films or its beat-up "primate" should not be much harder than finding a missile's nose cone...
...exception of Dr. Zhivago, none of the major characters are developed much beyond the point of abstraction. Even the doctor exists more as a luminous conscience than a physical presence; all the reader is ever told of his appearance is that he is tall and has "a snub nose and an unremarkable face." As for the novel's structure, it is like an endless railway journey in which the reader sometimes waits yawningly for the next station of the plot. Yet these defects mask virtues. Coincidence is the logic of destiny, and Dr. Zhivago has a strong sense...