Word: towered
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Anak Agung Ngurah Agung's dissatisfied-spirit return to haunt his family. The final cremation budget: $110,000. This included the price of a trip to far off Singapore by the rajah's eldest son; tinsel, gilded paper and assorted, brightly colored gewgaws required for the crematory tower were not available in import-restricted Indonesia. The family's 200-year-old palace was redecorated, and 1,200 roasting pigs were set aside for the nine-day public barbecue preceding the cremation...
Fortnight ago a crowd of 100,000 gathered as the rajah's body was placed in its 69-ft.-high crematory tower. A 300-ft.-long red paper dragon was coiled around the tower's base as if in readiness to bear the rajah's soul to heaven. Priests chanted and tinkled ceremonial bells. Finally, the rajah's body was put in a coffin fashioned in the shape of a bull, and the red paper dragon was placed on top. Then the priests lit the crematory fires...
...Season of Mists, by Honor Tracy. Part hoyden, part waif, and part Irish, this comic author loves to unstuff shirts, unstarch pomposity, and rip the cotton batting out of fuzzy minds. In her latest novel, an aging, 18-year-old Lolita dynamites a rich art fancier's ivory tower...
...looming 30 miles away. The only external evidence of an underground fortress is an entrance portal, the ground-level doors over three Titan I silos, and silos containing 100-ft.-long radio antennas that rise along with the missiles and guide them on their way. At the concreted entrance tower, 13 steps spiral downward to a portal and a blastproof revolving door. Behind the door, 69 steps drop underground to a cool, yellow-painted steel tunnel 1,687 ft. long and lined with cables, pipes and tanks for water, diesel fuel and liquid oxygen...
...humanity. To his barred window, clutching their appalling array of tattered goods, come junkies, alkies, homosexuals, whores and pimps, as well as the faceless poor. Reflecting on his part in these endless, trivial transactions. Sol Nazerman, the Harlem pawnbroker, "became filled with the idea that he was building a tower of junk, struggling and draining himself to amass nothing . . . For him the core of life was there in all its reality: brutal, wretched, and grasping...