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...endless, pine-studded beaches of the Gulf of Riga, often in the nude (the early part of the morning was reserved for men, the latter part for women, and police saw to it that none of the early bathers overstayed their allotted time). During Midsummer Night, they would swarm through their vast woods by the thousands, singing wild songs that echoed over the countryside's countless lakes. Now the silent Lithuanian woods harbor the bitter "brethren of the forest," i.e., anti-Russian guerrillas...
Government mines for her trouble. At a garden reception in their honor at Kroonstad, the family were unexpectedly greeted by a swarm of bees, attracted alike by royalty and platefuls of gaily decorated cakes, on which they clustered, diligently searching for honey. As Mayor Teunis de Hart of neighboring Henneman in the gold country was presented to the Queen, she gasped to see four of the bees crawling placidly on his head. The Queen asked anxiously if he had been stung. He hadn't. But as they sat down, King George suggested gently that the Mayor leave...
...paintings with horrible huge heads: because of this the carnic puppets. It is impossible to qualify the abysses to which these repulsive cockroaches have descended. With brooms that have been put into the filthy sewers they painted gruesome drawings, grotesque and horrible, capable of scaring the Devil himself. This swarm of 'artists' has multiplied worse than microbes in the garbage can. Constantly, with incredible audacity, there are expositions of these deformations, even in the Palace of Fine Arts itself...
...separate atoms. They get bigger & bigger. Gradually they drift together. Part of the force which makes them concentrate, said Dr. Lyman Spitzer Jr. of Yale, is gravitational attraction between the particles. More important: the pressure which radiation from the surrounding stars exerts to pack them into a thick, globular swarm...
Through the long, exhausting war years the General went home in the evenings, too tired even to talk. She saw to it that he had plenty of relaxing books to read ("my husband [goes] through a pile of books with the avidity of a swarm of locusts . . ."). Once he was in bed, she answered his phone calls all through the night. Usually the calls came from enthusiastic civilians who could hardly wait to tell the General about their brand-new scheme for destroying enemy tanks, etc. But once, at 3 a.m., when Mrs. Marshall had patiently insisted that...