Word: wilding
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Eichner dropped back, visibly hurting from the killer pace of the first couple of miles, Murphy made a "wild-eyed move," spurting from third to first. "I was convinced that Reed and I could handle Wehrwein and Mearns, and I figured it would help if I broke open," Murphy said...
Even by the standards of the 1970s, the decade of recurring recession, relentless inflation and repeated runs on the no longer almighty dollar, it was a wild week. For some time, Americans had seemed able to ignore or nimbly thrust out of mind repeated symptoms of their out-of-joint economy, like alarming new price rises and further drubbings of the greenback abroad. But last week those distant, or perhaps too familiar, woes hit home, and hard, in a burst of financial hysteria that engulfed markets, speculators and ordinary investors big and small from Wall Street to Main Street...
...have caught our first glimpses of the ammonia clouds and great storm systems of Jupiter; the cold, salt-covered surface of the moon; and desolate crater-pocked, ancient and broiling Mercurian wasteland; and the wild and eerie landscape of our nearest planetary neighbor, Venus...
Alone among a gallery of Hieronymous Bosch portraits, only the narrator does not suffer from disease. Yet as he becomes more and more entangled in the recondite workings of the hospital, he loses sight of his mission--to rescue his wife--and begins to accept the wild illogic of his new environment. In the end, he is driven to reconciling himself to his condition, and, as he embraces the poor, diseased nymphomaniac melting in his arms, he embraces his own disease. It is only in this affirmation of his loneliness and illness that the narrator affirms his human identity...
Bees are never tame, even when they live in movable frame hive boxes and work in the service of a beekeeper. Even, then, they are perfectly wild...Beekeepers are generally old men, white and sterile. The bees themselves are old women, women without children, past softness. They are each other's captives, partners in a marriage where there are no smiles, no kisses, no words even, only slavery and stinging...