Word: shallowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...feeding was omitted, and the feeding intervals were lengthened from three to four hours; an interesting reaction occurred. Within a week there was a marked change in the infant. A distinct bulging of the eyeballs occurred . . . respiration was shallow and irregular. When raised or moved the infant became rigid . . . there was no recognition of the person caring...
With the two words of his title, explains Robert Graves, "I fill in my income-tax return-but cynically because 'writer' has become almost meaningless as a descriptive term since popular education opened the dikes to a shallow sea." Having blared this raspberry into the face of the "antipoetic world of commerce and bureaucracy," tetchy Poet Graves admits that he has been forced to spend much of the last quarter-century earning bread for his seven children by churning out historical novels for the antipoetic market. What bothers him now is how much longer he can keep...
...latest "Advocate" has its week points. The remaining three stories are either shallow or not particularly craftsmanlike. And all of the stories show raggedness and a tendency to wander outside their characters, to editorialize on what is going on. The long lead article on evangelist Billy Graham is a repetitive job of reporting; John Rogers' review of "The Cannibal" seems remarkably superficial...
...desolate, storm-swept island. Most of them landed in trees, disentangled themselves from chute shrouds and branches and spent the first night wrapped in wet nylon or under inflated rubber dinghies taken from their parachute seat packs. Captain Barry, last to leave his stricken ship, came down in a shallow pond and spent the rest of the miserable night on the shore. Corporal Richard J. Schuler passed a wakeful, uneasy night alone listening to a bear prowl about his improvised parachute tent...
...Come Back, Little Sheba is not a very good, or even a very interesting, play. It makes plain enough what it wants to do, but never actually does it, never communicates the awful internal bleeding of mismated lives, the blundering wastefulness of life itself. Possibly Lola is too shallow to allow of much probing. But the more complicated, frustrated Doc does need-to be probed. For one thing, is he the tragic victim of a single mistake, or a weak man almost bound to fail? Playwright Inge tends to substitute mere sympathy for insight, and to employ those little touches...