Word: scenting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...prod to coffee sales is the smell of freshly ground beans. A hotel has ordered spray cans full of roast-beef aroma to step up banquet-hall trade; an artificial-flower company is spraying its false blooms with essence of the natural thing. Now, sniff this page. Catch that scent of fine coated paper and printer's ink? It's the genuine article...
Beauty v. Need. The atmosphere of conflict, both inside and outside the ranks, is as natural to conservation as the scent of balsam. For opposed to every conservationist cause there is always the need of those from whom the land is being saved. Steel manufacturers, for example, have discovered that the most efficient sites for their plants are near water transportation. One such location is the Indiana Dunes, a strip of glacier-formed beach, sand dunes and marshland running along Indiana's Lake Michigan coast from Gary to Michigan City. For 50 years conservationists have seethed as the dunes...
...right now, Wall Streeters believe that they have begun to sniff a hint of it in the air. Every warning about its dangers-such as the current statement by the New York Federal Reserve Bank that the economy "is clearly vulnerable to inflationary pressures"-seems only to strengthen the scent. Last week this "inflation syndrome," plus some good news about the economy, combined to spur the stock market to its second big advance in as many weeks...
...bored lover, Mastroianni is superb, now freezing almost imperceptibly over some affront to his fairly rigid erotic code, now quivering with gleeful, guilty passion as he catches a scent of danger. But his solid performance is wasted in fleshing out a hollow comic premise. In the end, Casanova collapses into palaver about murder and morals in a frantic courtroom scene-the customary last stop for a comedy that has lost its case...
Love Life Joyfully. For Chagall, to sniff the humid scent of fruit, hear the cicadas crackling in the bushes, and feel the feverish sun is a necessary daily act of spiritual rebirth. Not that he attempts to imitate nature; rather, he aims to continue it into the realm of the mind. "In the abstract," he says, "one imitates but does not continue nature. Great art picks up where nature ends." And for him, there is neither world enough nor time to transmute all that he sees, breathes and dreams. "I have no vacations, just as the earth has no vacations...