Word: shellful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Difficult Decision. The fourth day of the fighting was the worst, according to Halevy, who was later wounded when a shell fragment struck him in the neck. "We had little air support that day. The Egyptians attacked by the thousands. We let them climb up toward us, and when they were really close we smacked them with everything we had. Next day we captured two Egyptian soldiers. One told us that he had been in the Sinai before the war broke out, preparing an ambush of antitank missiles...
...irrational xenophobia. One reason was the junta's conviction that Chile's chaos had been largely brought about by the Latin American radicals who had been granted asylum by Allende. TIME'S Rauch was picked up by carabineros merely for walking past the burned-out shell of the Socialist Party headquarters in Santiago...
...rough, schematic set of plans and elevations that showed a flowering of concrete shells, like sails or beaks, rising to a height of more than 200 ft. above a horizontal podium. There was only the sketchiest indication of function. The architect, an almost unknown 38-year-old Dane named Jørn Utzon, had worked none of that out; he did not, as he later remarked, expect to win. Utzon's victory, it is believed, was largely due to one of the judges, the late Eero Saarinen, whose own fondness for shell construction had been embodied a year before...
...working properly; they have been reduced to using a campsite toilet. At a cost of $1,200 they had to drill 170 feet to reach water; the flow from their well is a lethargic one gallon per minute. They were stunned to learn that they would have to shell out $875 for 25 telephone poles and lines to their house. They still have no phone. If they want to make a call, they have to go to a neighbor's home a mile and a half away...
...criticizes the melancholy of the utopians and ideologues. He praises the melancholy of the snail, working his way along the progressive path, and that of the writer brooding over his work. In the end it all sounds suspiciously like the voice of a snail who, having left his artistic shell, is not sure just where to go next...