Word: tepidly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Indians, apart from their groveling submission to princely rajas and maharajas in the Native States, and apart from their tepid interest in the rubber-stamp legislative bodies in British India, have a nationwide political organization which they call the "Indian National Congress," and Mahatma Gandhi is its Prophet. In case it should ever be argued that this native Congress does not represent any considerable number of the Indian people, Mr. Gandhi has secured the attendance of some 60,000 Congressmen at each normal meeting. They met last week in a swiftly-constructed bamboo and tent city near the village...
Thirty minutes elapsed before Dr. McDowell was ready to gather Mrs. Crawford's intestines together and replace them in her abdomen. By that time they had become so cold that he "thought proper to bathe them in tepid water previous to replacing them." He then deftly stitched up the wound. In 25 days the first woman ever to undergo an ovariotomy was "perfectly well." She lived 33 years thereafter, had a son who became Mayor of Louisville...
...would put in the entire second half of April hobnobbing in hotel lobbies; perching on gilt chairs in improvised conference halls; rising to perfunctory votes of thanks; hoisting highballs in smoke-filled rooms; puffing after-dinner cigars while the tri-colored dessert melts, the ice-water turns tepid, the cigaret butts float in the coffee saucers, and the speaker of the evening warms to his subject of "Freedom of the Press." For the last half of April traditionally is the season when men of the Press come together to talk about their business...
Demi-tasse in tepid...
...feels himself an Ishmael, is on his way to Cambodia, obsessed by dreams of Asia: "The marching forth of armies in the scented dusk loud with cicadas, the horses' hoofs stirring up dust-clouds dark with slowly veering columns of mosquitoes, shrill cries of caravans beside the tepid fords, envoys waiting for the tide by mudflats spangled with shoals of stranded fish, blued by a mist of butterflies above, and old kings rotten with caresses-and then that other dream, the dream that never left him. of shrines and gods of stone, mantled in green moss, frogs sprawling...