Word: slimed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Both these novels prove that this is not true. Neither of them is a great work, but both are remarkable jobs of novel-writing craftsmanship. If Robert Wilder could report U.S. life as brilliantly as he probes the iridescent slime on top of it, Written on the Wind might have been more than neurally exciting. If Frances Parkinson Keyes (rhymes with eyes) could write a novel as well as she can organize one, The River Road might have been a relevant resuscitation instead of a 747-page monument to the past. If both novelists had been stirred by the vitality...
...land of Nippon dust and slime are piled...
...hardy bugs had been found by other observers, who wondered why they were there. Dr. ZoBell had a strong suspicion that they were old settlers: descendants of ancestors who had homesteaded in the oil sands millions of years ago. To prove it, he investigated the oozy, smelly mud and slime at the bottom of the sea, which most authorities think are oil sands in embryo...
Under the Tsars, Poland saw some horrible pogroms, and, later, the Beck regime was also openly antiSemitic. To this residue of racist poison, during the German occupation, the Nazis added their own anti-Semitic slime. The Germans almost ended Poland's Jewish problem by killing nearly all the Jews. Of 3,500,000 prewar Polish Jews, some 300,000 survive. Most of them are still in Russia, Germany or elsewhere outside the country. Only 80,000 of the Jews who stayed in Poland are left alive...
Silently the opium gatherers moved among the flowers, sometimes hidden from sight among the rows of corn. With knives and razors they slashed a "V" in the egg-shaped fruit over the big poppy petals, tapped out drops of white slime into tin cans and paper sacks. If they could slip past the soldiers, they could sell the stiffened slime, crude opium gum, to gun-toting dealers. The rewards were great; and it was certainly easier than raising tomatoes, which spoiled on the burros' backs on the long trails to market...