Word: smelled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...insane with self-appreciation; the other is Buzzy's super-identical twin brother Edwin, a meek, bleak, gentle tome-prowler who spends most of his time at the Public Library, and adequately maps out his sensual life When he tells a pretty librarian (Virginia Mayo): "I love the smell of leather bindings...
Chicagoans have learned to put up with many a civic stench, but by September, 1944, some of them could no longer stand the smell of their public-school administration. They called on the National Education Association, lumbering but potent watchdog representing some 900,000 U.S. teachers, to investigate. But when N.E.A.'s investigators appeared, they were brusquely told to devote themselves instead "to making some contribution to the war and defense effort." For the first time anywhere, N.E.A. was barred from public school records and classes...
...those barracks a few days ago and it was all I could do to stand the sight and smell of the parodies of human beings who inhabited them. They were alive by instinct only and by instinct they almost knocked me down when I produced from my pocket one pitiful chocolate bar in answer to a plea of a prisoner for food. At the sight of that morsel of food these filthy, spidery human beings were galvanized by a single impulse: to get a crumb, just a crumb of something to put into their stomachs. I saw the barracks again...
...full of the burnt smell of shooting and the men's ears rang with gunfire on the day a small reconnaissance group raided a town in Sicily. As they moved cautiously along, Bernstein glanced across the street at a young private named Taylor. "Isn't this like the movies?" Taylor said with a grin. "Isn't this just like the movies...
...Manhattan. Caruso's grand piano, his 16th-Century Madonna and Mrs. Caruso's story were too much for the girl ghost: she kept weeping over her work for two weeks. Finally Mrs. Caruso said: "I decided to write the book myself. While I wrote I could smell the verbena just as though he were here. . . . Those failures [her two marriages since Caruso's death] were no one's fault. . . . Death had not ended my marriage to Enrico...