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...felt sick Beautiful. There was fire on three sides with only the stretch straight down to the on can still clear. A row of homes on the beach were ablaze and the towering flames reflecting off the water had given the ocean a hellish glow. A blanket of putrid smoke obscured the moon, but the roaring inferno and glaring searchlights of the firefighters lit the coast five miles away. I knew that when the fire finally went out. It would leave a great scorched scar across the landscape...
...ocean floor, helping to rid local beaches of a thick, gooey carpet of tar that washes up daily. Says County Supervisor William Wallace: "If your dog got loose and went down to the beach, it would take you an hour to clean his feet." Still worse, the putrid smell of hydrogen sulfide often hangs over the area like vapor from a truckload of rotten eggs. The culprit is not a leaking oil well, but nature. The ocean floor is spilling large quantities of oil and natural gas through fissures that geoloists call seeps. Says Petroleum Geologist Robert Gaal...
...back with his second potboiler. Everyone knows that a second novel is by definition worse than a first novel. Since The Cardinal Sins was a cheap, tawdry, trashy, sleazy book, you can imagine how bad Andrew Greeley's new novel, Thy Brother's Wife, is. A putrid, puerile, prurient, pulpy potboiler...
Without the historical ties, whatever bite is left in the Phoenix would be gone--a point proved in part by this city's newest weekly, the Cambridge Express. Published by a New Hampshire concern also responsible for a putrid arts and lifestyle rag in Keene, the Express clearly is an attempt to capitalize on the death of the Real paper (indeed, you can find the Express on the rack marked "Real Paper" in many local drugstores). Perhaps it is unfair to judge a magazine after only three issues. Notice, though, that the Express puts its calendar listings in the front...
...political statement. Antigone acts in disregard of the state; Antigona acts to change it. Calling Creon by his name and not his title, she refuses to admit that the State might be embodied in one man rather than in the relationship between men. Antigona insists on fighting fear, the "putrid peace," and refuses to accept as consolation what her visitors wrongly call love. Recognizing what is chaotic and what is right, she will not settle for the companionship of cowards, the appearance of prosperity, or the preservation of her life...