Word: scent
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...shirts three sizes too large for them, or women who irresponsibly knock over lamps, smash holes in shipbottoms, who make themselves a general and continual pain are excusable if--and only if--they possess enough sex appeal in their baby toenail to put an army of men on the scent for months. Beyond the purely visual level, Deneuve's appeal lies in the certain restlessness perceivable in her every move, the untameable craziness that forces her to stop at nothing--stealing, biting and screaming--to get what she wants. She is the kind of woman who appears to need more...
...pack of bloodhounds. But when the feds gave their dogs some convicts' garments to sniff, just like they do in the movies, the locals scoffed. "Pure Hollywood," said one. Chapman put his dogs in pursuit by taking them to a single fresh track that gave them the scent they followed through the woods...
...sorts of stratagems to throw a dog off the trail. Some escapees have sprinkled pepper on their shoes or changed clothes -to no avail. Sloshing through a stream works, at least until the fugitive steps on dry ground and the dog is able to pick up the scent again. Surprisingly, a runaway's best defense is dry weather, which can often blend all local smells together, making them indistinguishable to a hound. Thus when thunderstorms hit the Cumberlands last week after a dry spell, Don Daugherty knew by his old mountaineer's instinct that Ray's hours...
...sweet scent of flowers reaching their boats inspired ancient Romans and Greeks to call them "the Fortunate Islands." The refreshingly mild and breezy climate was praised by more modern travelers as "perpetual spring." But early natives of the Canary Islands,*70 miles off the northwest coast of Africa, knew better. They chose the name Pico de Teide (Peak of Hell) for the 12,200-ft. volcanic mountain that looms broodingly over Tenerife, largest of the seven major islands: the natives thought the devil lurked inside it. Last week Tenerife was about as hellish as any place on earth...
...Although Frye rejects his role as the founder of a school of "myth criticism," he is not loath to characterize himself as a pioneer. "I think I have found a trial," he writes in "Expanding Eyes," "and all I can do is to keep sniffing along it until either scent or nose fails me." Spiritus Mundi is sufficient proof that both are still happily intact...