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...vast swath of the nation's most fertile farm land, crops and cattle sautéed under the searing sun; an Agriculture Department spokesman warned that farmers were "right on the brink of disaster." A swarm of rattlesnakes invaded little Harrison, Neb., looking for water; southwest of Chicago, heat-crazed frogs swarmed by the thousands across parched fields...
...spectacularly beautiful cliffs up to 7,000 ft. high. The valley has campsites for 9,348 people, lodge and hotel accommodations for another 4,500. That is scarcely sufficient for the 20,000 tourists who jam the valley every day all summer, let alone the 45,000 who swarm there on holiday weekends...
...appreciate it or cannot afford it). One Greek word for a private person was "idiot," which, then as now, carried implications of ignorance -or at least a large indifference to civic concern. The tribe knew no privacy, and even the lord of the feudal manor lived in a swarm of servants, children and relatives, often all of them sleeping around the edges of the big hall where the fireplace was. Until the start of the 18th century, rooms in even the grandest houses led into each other. In those days, as Lewis Mumford has pointed out, a lady...
...good pun and a useful one in a century overburdened with Bonapartes. Like a swarm of corpulent drones they rose from the thickets of Corsica and fell with a sodden thump on the sinecures of empire. Noisy, ugly, greedy, provincial, quarrelsome, ostentatious, lewd and downright criminal, they terrorized Europe off and on from 1801 to 1870 and frightened Napoleon himself almost as much as the Grand Alliance did. All through his reign they ridiculed, insulted and cheated him, and when he needed them most a number of them cynically betrayed him to his enemies. Of all modern dynasties, the Bonapartes...
...SCENE TWO. Saturday afternoon in Chelsea. Up from the Sloane Square tube station swarm the guys and dollies, girls in miniskirts (three to six inches above the knee) or bell-bottom trousers. The morning has been spent "raking" among the Edwardian bric-a-brac, dusty candelabra and other antiques in the stalls on Portobello Road. Now, as if by a common instinct, the whole flock homes in on King's Road, site of such bird boutiques as Bazaar, and Granny Takes a Trip, as well as Hung On You, the "kinkiest" (wildest) men's shop, which features...