Word: octopus
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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While waiting for Maurice to leave, Mabel made rapid progress in being "broken down and made over" by Tony, could soon sum up her past activities in ''a decadent unhappy world" thus: "I had been something like an octopus with many arms, a psychic belly, and a highly developed pair of eyes." She learned "to live in the moment," learned self-sufficiency (except when Tony was out of her sight). Particularly she learned something that made it easy to write her candid memoirs, namely, the Indian belief that "the power goes out of truth as soon...
Lynd in his Middletown in Transition [TIME, April 19] may think that the Balls are an economic royalistic octopus squeezing the life out of us poor devils in Muncie, but it is hard to convince Muncieites of this fact...
Killers of the Sea shows Caswell wrestling and subduing a 12-ft. bottle-nosed killer whale, a gigantic snapping sea turtle, an octopus, a sawfish and a tiger shark. There are many repetitions of the dramatic moment when, spying some deep-sea enemy, Caswell, "The Man of Steel, G-Man of the Deep," rips off his breeches and dives to the attack, knife in teeth. Audiences will guess that some energetic harpooning of the monsters has preceded Caswell's scrimmages: the fish stay on the surface to be photographed in a manner fish seldom consent to unless submergence...
Highlight of the captain's combats is the one with the tigershark, photographed with a man-eater which appears to be dead. But the spirit of engaging fakery animating Killers of the Sea has a happier embodiment in the octopus sequence. This time ''the man of steel" rescues his buddy, a diver, bogged down by a devilfish, his airline severed by a turtle's bite. Caswell swims down several fathoms and dispatches the devilfish, slitting its ink sac with one blow of his trusty fish knife. Lowell Thomas explains that the captain's baldness...
...university life, we passed the most hair-raising quarter hour we've yet known. For innocently accepting an invitation to witness a short operation on a cat, we had no sooner crossed the threshold of the formaldehyde-filled room when the coils of drama closed round us like an octopus and didn't let go till we left in a state of exhaustion, bloody and quite bowed...