Word: slits
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...affair with Olimpio, but for the murder of her wealthy father, Francesco. Just before, her stepmother's head had tumbled from the same block. And just after, her brother Giacomo, already tortured with red-hot pincers, had his head smashed with an iron hammer, his throat slit, and his body quartered. Lover Olimpio, who had actually polished off Francesco with the help of a hired assassin, was not there that day. He had been murdered not long before...
...seconds in a spin-and survived it. Another time engineers said the Skyrocket would not handle badly if sent into a sharp pushover at high altitude, but Test Pilot Bridgeman discovered: "Harder she rolls, harder and faster. The flat horizon line flips wildly through the squinting slit windows. I fight the crazy gyration with the ailerons. They are no weapons. They are feathers in a windstorm ... I release my hand from the aileron control and try to get out of phase with the roll that snaps me violently back and forth in its teeth ... A toy in my hands...
...time to use the replacement tube, i.e., the severed jejunum. Dr. Swan cut a slit in the diaphragm beside the hiatus (where the esophagus normally passes through the diaphragm). Then, through the slit he pulled up the jejunum with its trailing tentacles of arteries and veins. Four and a half hours after operation's start, he was able to begin the fine sewing necessary to join the jejunum to the upper end of the esophagus. This gave Mike a short-circuited digestive tract: throat to gullet to jejunum, with the stomach and duodenum as spectators. Dr. Swan...
...beginning to feel middle-aged." A weary wag some years his senior replied by recommending The Black Shield of Falworth as distinctly "the lesser of medievals." Actually, The Black Shield is better than that. In sheer athletic thwack-in the vim with which buffets are fetched and weasands slit-it is one of the jaw-jarringest things of its kind since Douglas Fairbanks' 1922 Robin Hood...
...without matching trousers and jacket; until very recently he preferred blue jeans for all social gatherings. The day he arrived in Hollywood, Marlon honored the occasion by dressing up in his only suit, but somehow failed to notice that the trousers had a hole in the knee and a slit in the seat, through which the tail of his shirt was showing. Shirts are a nuisance, anyway; when one gets dirty, he just rolls it up in a ball, stuffs it in a closet and buys another. At table, Marlon often drops his head to plate level and shovels...