Word: walke
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Walk All Over...
That is not all they did, as a walk from Copley Square to the docks will show you. The Museum of Natural History has become Bonwit Teller, and the S.S. Pierce Building at Copley is now a parking lot, but Faneuil Hall, Quincy Market, and the granite warehouses of North and South Market streets survive among less austere surroundings...
...against hostile copies of its own nuclear submarines, which have made the antisub weapons of World War II as obsolete as blunderbusses. Non-nuclear submarines, depending on storage batteries for underwater propulsion, can move at full speed for only a few miles, then have to slow down to a walk to save electricity. A destroyer that makes sonar contact can hover over such a sub for hours, dropping slow-sinking depth charges. But the nuclear submarines-called "nukes"-can cruise underwater for weeks at top speed. When a destroyer makes sonar contact with one of them, it must attack instantly...
...clouded the sunlit hours of the early comedies and prologued the dark vision of the great tragedies. The second was Shakespeare's-embittered love affair with the unknown "dark lady of the sonnets." Biographers have found traces of this siren's raven hair, pitch-black eyes, jigging walk, panting breath and wanton ways in the characters of Ophelia, Cressida and Cleopatra. The third event was the arrest and imprisonment of Shakespeare's patron, the Earl of Southampton, for helping Essex plot against the Queen. In combination, these events seem to have left Shakespeare at times with...
...trouble is that Author Brown, noted for a good World War II novel, A Walk in the Sun, seems to have lost faith in his audience. Lest the reader miss the parallels, he tells his tale in the pidgin poetry of the conventional translator. What he has set out to do, says the author, is tell of "a yellow Sunday in the last days of a good spring, while . . . pale threads, drawn out from dark hidden places, began to be wound inexorably together . . . until there had been wrought, out of such tenuous white and fleeting things, a taut tripwire...