Word: thickly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Katherine Tupper Marshall, who wrote a book (Together; Annals of an Army Wife) about life with George Marshall, recalled that the flyers had nothing but their thick fur parkas to wear at receptions. Marshall ordered civilian suits for them and "they appeared, immaculate in dark business suits . . . delighted by the double-breasted cut of the coats...
...DeRobertis and F. O. Schmitt of Massachusetts Institute of Technology had seen the insides of nerve fibers. Each fiber looked like a telephone cable, full of parallel threads about one half-millionth of an inch thick. Human nerves and the nerves of frogs, lobsters and squids are all made in this...
John Foster Dulles was lucky: he could get away, at least for a few days, from the room in Lancaster House where the air was thick with boredom, and stale mental sweat. While his boss, Secretary of State George Marshall, stuck it out in London, Dulles went to Paris to take a look at France's battle against the Communists (see FOREIGN NEWS). In London, the Foreign Ministers were still hammer-locked in a weary, heavy-breathing propaganda match. Day after day, Vyacheslav Molotov untiringly obstructed any specific action on the peace treaties for Germany and Austria...
Most famed neurotic of all was Shelley. A brooding hypochondriac (Nicolson says flatly: "All creative writers are hypochondriacs . . . all creative writers are nervous"), Shelley was long obsessed with the conviction that he had tuberculosis. Once, overcome by the thought that he had caught elephantiasis from a lady with thick legs, he fell on the floor and writhed with an imagined attack of the disease. On another occasion he had a hallucination that he had seen a baby rise from the sea and clap its hands at him. But Nicolson insists that Shelley was "on the whole" sane: "After all, even...
Near Mt. Palomar's forested upper slopes thick fog drifted over the road and hail hissed out of the clouds. The three trucks groped through it fearfully, for a skid might have rolled both trucks and mirror down the steep mountainside. Then, as the mirror neared the observatory dome-shining like frosted silver and big as a railroad roundhouse-a shaft of brilliant sunlight broke through the clouds. The nearest star, the sun, was friendly...