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Word: voided (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Door Shuts. Arrest came to Author Koestler with the words "Hands up!", and he learned how it feels to have a revolver chilling the back of one's neck. Near the base of his skull he felt "a faint itching, a sort of sucking void, not entirely unpleasant." At the police station his hypodermic needles and morphine tablets (for suicide) and his golf stockings (he wore them because he dislikes garters) caused a minor sensation. He was registered as wearing women's stockings. Then the cell door slammed shut. Koestler's description of what happens to prisoners...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mortal Research | 6/29/1942 | See Source »

...railroads. His farm becomes the talk of the community he scorns; he is a rich man. But thanks pretty much to his own hardheadedness, one son runs away, another fares worse, he loses his wife, the river ravages his land. He winds up on the verge of "a void where there were neither directions nor dimensions." Peter is sympathetically realized, and he is surrounded by some refreshing characters. There are genuinely tender domestic scenes, and a deeply felt sense of what a house, a farm, a son, a grandchild can mean. Yet Floods of Spring, which sets...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Reality Unrealized | 6/8/1942 | See Source »

...Spades void...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: High Bridge | 4/27/1942 | See Source »

...Free Conscience, Void of Offence some smooth-motored Yale '12 classmates and their wives, softly convivial at a well-kempt bar, drink toasts to Chamberlain's success at Munich...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Medium Rare | 2/16/1942 | See Source »

...stood up and stretched. It was all over, for another four months. No more last minute frenzies. No more sleeping between three and eight a.m. No more sessions in a bleak lecture hall with a blank-lined page in front of him, and a great blank void in his mind. It was a relief to finish any exam, but after this last one he could really afford to look ahead. He drew himself a luxuriant picture of days doing nothing, lingering, over breakfast, lazing through the morning, coffee and magazines in the common room after lunch and again after dinner...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 1/28/1942 | See Source »

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