Word: splashingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...lights along it. I don't know what it is. The tentacles of an octopus just dragged by, showering sparks." At 1,750: "The headphones are getting cold." At 2,500: "I see a barrage of luminescent, spirally shrimp beating against the window. They seem to splash when they hit." After passing the old record: "This is an unbelievable world down here. I wish Dr. Beebe were down here with me. He might know what some of these things are..." A little later: "Let's hold up here a while. There are so many things going by that...
Western Ways. Enraged at the splash this made in the El Paso Herald-Post, Sheriff Apodaca first slapped the football player into solitary. Then he cleared him of all charges and turned him loose. The roof promptly fell in on the sheriff. A Negro construction worker named Wesley Byrd complained that he had also been held incommunicado in jail for twelve days, that state policemen had tried to make him admit the crime by squeezing his testicles with a bicycle lock. Nuzum's landlady, who backed the athlete's alibi, had been warned by the sheriff that...
Three world citizens were sitting in the sunny Café de Flore, the shrine of Left Bank Bohemia, feeling quite sorry for themselves. After the pleasant splash that First World Citizen Garry Davis had made last winter (TIME, Jan. 10), the world seemed to have lost interest in the movement that was designed to unite it in peace...
This discourse took place in "Le Pot," a little cafeé down by the canals in Brussels. Stroking his handlebar mustache, the bartender explained how the King became bitter. "There Leopold was-a young, handsome, dashing fellow anxious to make a splash in the world the way the Prince of Wales was doing over in England. What happened? His father was Albert, le roi chevalier, and his popularity put the boy completely in the shade. Then Leopold got married, and his bride turned out to be Astrid, one of the prettiest princesses you ever saw. She used to wheel...
...themselves resurrecting his prewar fiction. His second book, The Wall, a volume of short stories first published in France in 1939, was brought out in the U.S. last year (TIME, Dec. 27). It is now followed by his first and most famous novel, Nausea, a book that made a splash among Paris intellectuals in 1938. Sartre's recent essays in What Is Literature? are, by comparison, distinguished for their sanity...