Word: skies
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...outset, it seemed as if the plan would work as smoothly as a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. But M. Citroën had not counted upon native bullets or, if he had, he had counted upon the sky-blue soldiers of France to stop them. Turbulent Moors disliked the headless, legless camels that were to scoot across the desert at 45 miles an hour, declared an unholy war upon them. French officers warned M. Citroën that they could not guarantee security to tourists in the desert-finis. Sadly, painfully, reluctantly, M. Citroën announced...
...elegance, he scooped the rock and lived within it. Clothing and architecture developed together like concentric cortices of a springing rod. Architecture is the outer whorl; its fashions make their impress on clothes, the inner. Tailors snip and snip, masons slap on their lime; steeples and toppers affront the sky, eaves overhang, tails droop decorously down. Ingeniously, out of a wide scholarship, Author Heard traces the homologous development of caps and cathedrals, mitres and mosques-15,000 years in a book of 150 pages that scholars will find an interesting tour-de-force, men of letters a most scholarly little...
...driven out some millions of miles from the sun's seething fireball. This corona casts a ghostly light and exhibits itself around the dark rim of the moon, a glow from the sun at the inner ring, radiating outward in soft tints like a halo. Meanwhile, the sky is darkened and the stars are visible. Near the moon, and west of it, will appear a group of three planets, Venus nearest, then Mercury and farthest Jupiter. To be able to see Mercury with the naked eye is very rare, for its orbit is so near the sun that...
...middle of the yellow arena, with a blue arch of sky above, dressed in black and scarlet, stood a slim ama- teur matador. The bull charged. That matador took a single deliberate step aside. The bull hammered past. Into his path again stepped the matador. He danced, he mocked, he swung his scarlet cloak. But this bull was a thief, as they say; he "knew Latin." Drumming hoofs, a broken shout, a thud. "Maria. He is dead!" gasped the onlookers. So ended the last bullfight of Ignacio Zuloaga*, famed Spanish painter...
...crystal waters at its base. Like many other spots, however, remarkable for their loveliness, the subtle messengers of death have chosen it for their abode, infusing the poison of their breath into the serenity of autumn, when the transparency of the air and the purity of the sky, together with the gorgeous scenery, present at first to the unconscious traveller sensations alone of health and enjoyment...