Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...next few weeks, Gene was happier than he had been in two years. Several of his friends visited him and related news of the outside world. ("Professor Levin read us all of Love's Labour's Lost today.") A Yalie, who had somehow heard of Gene's plan sent him a Care package with a letter of encouragement. Gradually, Gene began to vary his diet, and at the end of a week, was familiar with Chinese, Armenian, French, and Greek food. He read The Autobiography of Alice B. Tolkas, U.S.A., all of Marlowe's plays, Jane Eyre, To the Lighthouse...
...such diverse subjects as Cytoplasmic Incompatibility in Neurospora and Bastards in the Roman Aristocracy. But the most surprising contribution was a half-hour gem of erudition, illustrated with colored slides, on The Iridescent Colors of Hummingbird Feathers. Author: Crawford H. Greenewalt, 57. whose excursions into advanced ornithology are somehow sandwiched into his workaday duties as president of massive E.I. du Pont de Nemours...
...CRIMSON, which has somehow acquired a reputation for excessive rigor among its readers, had the same editor on hand for opening night as had previously reviewed the text of the play with deep qualms about the verse. He underwent a positively Pauline conversion. "A great play given a great production has come to Broadway," the Harvard community was told; "one must hang out all the old abused superlatives and this time mean them.... Here is a playright who is not afraid of beautiful literate language, and none too soon. He has rejuvenated the anemic field of Poetic Drama Since Shakespeare...
...really disturbing thing was that Dilworth couldn't be sure that Thursday breakfast had been omitted. He turned on his side to face the cracks in the wall, and watched intently as a black window spider crept slowly over the Dali. Somehow, it seemed to fit; it was right. The hands on the grandfather clock in the corner told Dilworth he had precious few minutes to resolve the question, for if breakfast was indeed being served, the dining hall would soon close...
Father Fitzpatrick somehow reminded me of Father Flanagan of Boys Town, who once uttered that classic absurdity: "There are no bad boys...