Word: poundingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Sept. 16). By forcing employers to pay a frankly discriminatory head tax on workers in the service trades and giving tax rebates to employers in export-oriented manufacturing industries, the measure aims to shift British workers out of areas that serve the consumer and into those that serve the pound. The tax is siphoning cash out of corporate treasuries at an annual rate of $2 billion, which is about one-fourth the amount that private industry normally invests in capital improvements. One other result of the deflationary policy has been a jump in unemployment, which rose last month...
...then the real composer stands up to pound out a refrain on the piano. "It's the slow movement from my jazz octet," Garner muses vaguely, although by the set of his shoulders he looks more like a split end hating himself for goofing a touchdown pass. Anyway, music distracts him from the dialogue, which runs to such sturdy old chestnuts as: "There are names for women like you," and raises the suspicion that the real escaped mental case has holed up somewhere and begun churning out scenarios about amnesia...
...give off a small amount of light as soon as they are struck by the solar protons. On the dark side, the meteorites cannot luminesce because of the-240°F. cold; instead, they absorb the energy of the protons. During the two-week lunar night, Sun estimates, one pound of meteorite particles would soak up more than enough energy to burn ten 100-watt light bulbs for one hour...
...Thompson suggests that this notion was typical of Frost's self-indulgent "mythmaking," a compulsion to see himself as a hero battling against insuperable odds. This particular fancy gained a wide audience when Frost went to England in 1912 and published two collections of poems. It was Ezra Pound who, in his review of A Boy's Will, launched the poet and the myth by singling out In Neglect, a five-line verse that begins, "They leave us so to the way we took." That poem, wrote Pound, had been composed "when Frost's grandfather left...
...scared to death last year," said the blondish 115-pound sophomore, leaning forward from the couch in his chock-full living room in Winthrop House...