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...delay gave everybody time to think. Arcata still needed an alternative disposal system that would "enhance" Humbolt Bay. Its sludge-skimming plant piped the city's wastewater into an oxidation pond (where most microbes are rendered harmless by sunlight), but the runoff no longer met legal standards. Locals knew vaguely that wastewater had some environmental pluses. Humboldt Bay oysters fed on its nutrients, and Professor Allen, a likable tinkerer whom Klippity Klopp calls Crazy George, raised salmon fingerlings in a mix of sea and wastewater. Other ideas emerged. HSU biologist Stan Harris was for a bird sanctuary. Gearheart came...
...something special. The recent success has taken me aghast and the fan mail has been darn overwhelming. Work for a new mini-series starts in May and I really couldn't be more excited. Most great thinkers are only recognized posthumously. But just like a pebble dropped into a pond, my words have spread out in ever increasing concentric circles to touch all intelligent life in the universe. In a nutshell, it's not easy being George Polsky, but I do my darn best...
...regularly documented egregious violations. At one posh club, for instance, an undercover agent was asked by unsuspecting guides to videotape a hunt during which 13 hunters slaughtered 204 birds (139 over the limit for that group). When a guide yelled to spook hundreds of geese clumped together in a pond, hunters fired blindly into the rising cloud of birds. After the fusillade, the water was littered with dead and wounded snow geese...
There is an indoor dance floor with a disc jockey, an outdoor dancing space with a live band, bars all over the place and a soccer-field sized backyard decorated with aging statues. Behind the backyard is a quiet pond which romantic couples often look out upon. Other people throw up into...
...after some unlikelihoods normal to popular adventure. Perhaps it was Arthur's, but Burgess, who invented it, now seems to feel that it doesn't much matter. Both he and his characters discount Welsh nationalism as unserious playacting. One of his protagonists, in exasperation, chucks the sword into a pond, where it sinks without a deathbed speech. He explains, "I had to grasp a chunk of the romantic past and find it rusty." Which does not entirely answer a last-page question to the author: "What was that all about...