Word: steeping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...understanding with Soviet Russia. In continuation of the wartime alliance (and in exchange for a Western wink at Moscow's absorption of millions of hapless non-Russians and 275,000 square miles of territory for greater "security"), the Kremlin was expected to cooperate in the world's steep climb back toward recovery and peace. The U.N. Charter had been signed in such unrealistic hope. For One World was the 20th Century's pathetic fallacy. Since the war's end there had been two worlds— one (the greater one) headed, by reason of its unparalleled power...
Along the way he encountered Steep Rock Iron Mines, Ltd. Steep Rock looked like the kind of big business that Eaton likes. In Ontario, some 70 miles north of the famed Mesabi range, Steep Rock owned fabulously rich iron ore lands with proven reserves of 30 million tons; geophysicists estimated that they might contain as much as 500 million tons, half as rich as Mesabi. The trouble was that the ore lay under Steep Rock Lake and 150 feet of water. Eaton bought control of Steep Rock for an initial cash outlay of only $20,000, and started...
...guano. Steamers passing the Chincha Islands are forbidden to blow their whistles lest the birds take off, fertilizing the sea. The guanayes have a bad habit of flying low after their takeoff, and their tailfeathers brush guano off the cliffs. Señor Llosa is ringing the steep-sided islands with walls, to force the birds to gain altitude more quickly...
...Steep Descent. The man who can put medieval scholasticism into such comfortable modern dress was born in Belfast, Ireland, where his grandfather, an itinerant Welsh boilermaker-turned-shipbuilder, had settled. At the age of twelve, young...
...introduction to his recent anthology of Macdonald's work (TIME, June 2), Lewis confesses the importance of that day's purchase: "I had already been waist-deep in Romanticism; and likely enough, at any moment, to flounder into its darker and more evil forms, slithering down the steep descent that leads from the love of strangeness to that of eccentricity and thence to that of perversity. Now Phantasies was romantic enough in all conscience; but there was a difference. . . . What it actually did to me was to convert, even to baptise . . . my imagination. It did nothing...