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Word: wet (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...then, it is cold and wet on Omaha. From the Channel, the north wind knifes in, and the beach is desolate except for the occasional lonely figure poking for shellfish. As the tide recedes, the ugly debris of war emerges: a black shape here, a jagged something there. The silence is awesome...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: THE BATTLEFIELDS REVISITED | 5/30/1969 | See Source »

...starts early for Vladimir Nabokov, when the nervy choughs commence kissing outside the sixth floor of the Montreux Palace Hotel. Not that there has been much night for him. "I am the insomniac of universal literature," he cries. "My wet nurse complained. I was always up, smiling and looking around with my bright eyes. I am awakened by my own snore, which is a Nabokovian paradox. Helpful pills do exist, but I am afraid of them. My habitual hallucinations are quite monstrously sufficient, thank Hades. Looking at it objectively, I have never seen a more lucid, more lonely, better balanced...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: I Have Never Seen a More Lucid, More Lonely, Better Balanced Mad Mind Than Mine: Nabokov | 5/23/1969 | See Source »

Winthrop downed Eliot in softball to tie for that championship, but the Jumbos won the "A" crew. A Winthrop oarsman caught a crab and was thrown into the wet Charles River. Eliot took advantage of this misfortune and won the race to regain the Straus Trophy from Joe Mullin's boys. And whatever happened to Leverett...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Straus Trophy | 5/16/1969 | See Source »

...varsity baseball game against Dartmouth scheduled for yesterday was postponed because of wet field conditions. Harvard will meet the Indians at 3 p.m. Friday at Soldiers' Field. freshman baseball and tennis games against Dartmouth were also cancelled...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Rained Out | 5/15/1969 | See Source »

...ultimate power of the penis is yours, life-giving death, the shock of mortality, the paralytic realization of death. There are too many bruises on your arm, so probe a little, who cares anymore? It'll only hurt for a second. Push -- watchit goddamit your fingers are so wet it's slipping shit!--the bubbles are out. One last review before...

Author: By John Leone, | Title: Last Stop. | 5/9/1969 | See Source »

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