Word: perfects
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Roaring up from darkness into the Florida dawn, the missile was illuminated by the rays of the rising sun. Leaving a psychedelic trail of ionized gases, it streaked away. Barely 10 minutes had elapsed after lift-off when it was announced that Poseidon had sped to a perfect splashdown, 1,150 miles away down the Atlantic missile range. Then came the taller, three-stage Minuteman III. Launched at 4:30 p.m. in a geyser of orange flame, it raced 5,000 miles to another brilliant on-target splashdown near Ascension Island in the South Atlantic...
...fitting follow-up to Santa Fe's earlier U.S. premiere of Hans Werner Henze's The Bassarids, a stark, twelve-tone retelling of Euripides' The Bacchae. The libretto by W. H. Auden and Chester Kallman rang out with eloquent pathos. The cast struck a perfect balance of harshness and lyricism under Composer Henze's baton. Perhaps best of all, though, was the spectacular scene depicting the burning palace of Pentheus. Smoke billowed and red lights flickered. Once again flames soared at Santa Fe-but this time they were just part of the show...
...normal mobile blood-collecting unit, the nation's first auxiliary van equipped with a freeze-centrifuge apparatus. And recently Dr. Kenneth M. Brinkhous, a blood scientist at the University of North Carolina, collaborated with Dr. Edward Shanbrom of the Hyland (Los Angeles) division of Baxter Laboratories to perfect a new AHF six or seven times as strong as Dr. Pool's cryoprecipitate. The new preparation, 30 to 50 times as active as plasma, has just gone on the market...
...century morality play to make the allegory relevant and accessible to the audience of 1968. A tired and neurotic God often hidden behind an American flag looks down on an illusion-ridden, somewhat desperate, party below. He is flanked by Death, dressed as an English gentleman (or perhaps the perfect butler) on his right and the best blues band in Cambridge down-stage in front of him. Everyman, rich, irreligious, and self-satisfied, is approached by Death while making love to Beauty his mistress (Tommy Lee Jones rattles off his "Death, ye comest when I had ye least in mind...
...held stuff, but no adventure flicks." When Everyman misses, it does so by picking overeasy targets to snipe at: American dream complacency, religious hypocrisy, etc. But as in Mayer's Midsummer Night's Dream the reinterpretation of type is often shocking, always cunning. The archetypal morality play proves a perfect vehicle for calculated improvisation...