Word: shedding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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This is the Authority's second attempt to shed some of its embarrassing wastes. Looking for a likely wasteland in densely populated Britain, it first picked the Forest of Dean on the Welsh border, where the rugged surface is pocked with long-abandoned coal mines. The Authority innocently assumed that no one would object if it slipped a little mildly "hot" material into a moss-grown shaft...
...clock last Sunday morning, however, the coasts had been shed and the ties loosened. In the vestibule of the house there was a fair-sized crowd--some just entering, some just leaving, and some aimlessly bird-dogging--but only those standing nearest to the door noticed the two men and a redhead enter...
...himself of his mother's apron strings by sharing his bed with her attractive nurse. To varying degrees, the rest of his family approves of his venture, and forms a cheering section outside his bedroom door. Overnight a remarkable change takes place: by dawn the young man has shed his drab finales and pale timidity for a West Coast sport coat and a jut-jawed aggressiveness. This action is marked by an exchange of witticisms which in places would hardly do credit to a reform school stag. For authors Theodore Hirsch and Jeanette Patton, this may be high comedy. More...
...fact the monster was a mere segment of it. Women rarely saw the better side of Byron, but to his men friends, the devilish Byron seemed an absurd joke, a mere poetic fantasy. They sat at his feet, bowed to his charm, reveled in the humor and radiance he shed. Their descriptions of him are mostly levelheaded and carry a ring of conviction. Wrote Sir Walter Scott: "I found Lord Byron in the highest degree courteous, and even kind . . . He was devoid of selfishness . . . generous, humane and noble-minded when passion did not blind him." Wrote Stendhal: "The profile...
...years later he tried again, and she accepted him. "They had not been an hour in the carriage which conveyed them from the church, when breaking into a malignant sneer, [Byron said]: 'Oh! what a dupe you have been . . .! Many are the tears you will have to shed . . . It is enough for me that you are my wife for me to hate you. If you were the wife of any other man, I own you might have charms.' " He told her he had "plotted to avenge her [first] refusal of him." He asked her, "with every appearance...