Word: wined
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...mother reportedly joined the Devil King, bringing with her several hundred of Ba Cut's old followers. The Devil King ordered them to let their beards grow down to their navels, administered an oath during which the newcomers drank one another's blood mixed with rice wine. The peasants' terror increased when red rains (caused by dust particles in the atmosphere) fell in their villages, told each other frantically that the end of the world was coming and that only the Devil King and his Flying Men would escape...
...mood merchants have concentrated on romance (Music for Tired Lovers, Music to Change Her Mind), but dining (Candlelight and Wine) and travel music is also catching on fast (Echoes of Spain, Music for the Nostalgic Traveler). So are such special items as Music for Baby Sitters and Music to Break a Lease. There are mood albums, the record companies boast, for every member of the family and for almost every household activity. Still, the possibilities remain vast. Not yet in the catalogue: Music for Boozing and Music to Soothe Your Hangover, Music to Shave By (so far, the bathroom...
...only 23, but since his 18th birthday "had been agonizingly aware that he was growing older." When he fell ill in Paris, a princess offered her villa in Cannes for his convalescence. Instead, Robert chose to go back to his ancestral home in tiny Viridis in the somnolent wine country of the Garonne, where he hoped to marry relatively unsophisticated Paula de la Sesque. "Only with Paula beside him could he have accepted with equanimity the threat of advancing...
...Ordeal of Gilbert Pinfold tells the story of a character admittedly like Waugh himself-fiftyish, a successful novelist, Tory, Roman Catholic, snobbish, a connoisseur of manners and wine, member of a first-class club and old boy of a second-class public school...
...poet Juvenal, circa A.D. 100: "Who but the wealthy can sleep in Rome? The crisscross of wagons in the narrow, winding streets, the shouting of drovers make sleep impossible. Hurry as we may, we are blocked by the surging crowd . . . One digs an elbow into me, another bangs a wine cask against my head . . . New tunics are torn...