Word: thicker
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...last week was the dismissal of the head of the national police, an appointee of ousted Buddhist I Corps Commander Nguyen Chanh Thi, who was replaced by one of Ky's loyal Air Force colonels. The Directory's caution was probably well-advised. Coup rumors were even thicker than usual, and Viet Nam's Catholics showed signs that they may pick up the troublemaking where the Buddhists left...
When it rains, dog owners across the country are putting paws in rubber boots. If it snows, dogs emerge swaddled in thick, furry coats with even thicker sweaters. And for just padding around the house, some pooches sport ermine-tail coats that run up to $1,000. Dean White, executive director of the Institute for Human-Animal Relationship, calculates that U.S. dog fanciers spent no less than $450 million on dog accessories last year. And the figure is likely to mount higher, if the Canine Couture show held at Manhattan's Barbetta Restaurant last week is any indication...
...after the Communists' five weeks' grace, the flak flew thicker over virtually every target. Moreover, reconnaissance showed that Ho Chi Minh's men had hastily implanted ten new SAM sites, bringing to 60 the number of nests across the country able to cradle Ho's Russian rocket launchers. Even the North Vietnamese air force took advantage of the free skies to give its pilots some hasty refresher work in the MIG fighters that Hanoi has largely refrained from using so far. Hanoi also used the hiatus to pump perhaps 6,000 fresh troops down...
Since watercolor is a quick medium, it appealed to him from the start because it fitted into his crowded sched ule. He also found that he could not tolerate the smell of turpentine nor the messiness of oils. Though watercolors lack the warmth of thicker media, Christ-Janer strives to enrich them. In pursuit of textural effects, he has experimented with polymer glues to bind his colors, sand or gravel sprinkled on to give them tactility and visual variety...
What has matured in Bill Maitland is not himself but his fears, guilts and anxieties. His skin has become thinner, not thicker, and he flares up with the irascible sensitivity of thwarted desires, blighted hopes. He must flog a body that is losing its resilience, and he smells death's bad breath at dawn. He envies the young for being young and for possessing the integrity that has eroded in him, the appetite for life that has cloyed on his palate, and the courage that has been drowned. Locked in hell's isolation ward of self, he claws...