Word: snark
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...controlled drone. Even in its claim, Peking was deliberately vague. The Chinese ideograms for a rocket translate as "fire arrow," but Peking's English translator rendered them as "guided missile." In Western terms, a guided missile is an anachronism: one of those winged, jet-propelled vehicles, like the Snark and the Navaho, that American aerospace companies were working on before the ballistic missiles like Minuteman and Titan were developed in the late 1950s. Some Western sources think the Chinese used a copy of the Russian SS-4 missile, a true rocket propelled by liquid fuel and capable of carrying...
...Harvard and Kleist collections are from England, where the book-jacket first emerged from its lowly dust-wrapper status. Originally used by London booksellers to keep their wares free from fog and grime, the book-jacket underwent a crucial metamorphosis when Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark came out in 1876. Snark's humble grey wrapper shouted critical praise for the two Alice books. As the first known jacket to carry advertisements, it was the ancestor of the modern commercial jacket. The English publisher who pioneered designs for fiction jackets was T. Fisher Unwin. As early...
Other obsolete missiles lay around on the ground, waiting for the Air Force to build a museum to house them--a Snark, like the air-breathing monster that ran wild over South America and landed in a jungle in Brazil; a Skybolt; a Minuteman model, slim, looking like three bullets, glued one on top of the other...
...fragmented national society. No more can it afford to make purely demagogic demands of industry, and to an unprece dented degree, labor and management are forced to work together. In this sense, Labor Secretary Willard Wirtz is fond of quoting Lewis Carroll's Hunting of the Snark...
...disappointment that he does not write better. The love affair is a fleshy banality, and Price's examination of the interrogator at work falls far short of Koestler's hard clarity. The best of the book shows the British army, all aclank with methodical, motorized idiocy, snark hunting after terrorists in the villages of Cyprus. Price's half-developed central idea leads disturbingly to the suspicion that if civilization does come to a halt, the last moving parts will have been not the generals or the blinkered politicians, but the interrogators-asking probing, arrogant questions long after...