Word: wining
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...later his mother died. He was captain of a baseball team, member of the Police Athletic League. Assistant president of the Egyptian Dragons, he shouldered out the president, made himself boss. On the night of the murder, he confessed, he had steeled his courage by getting drunk on cheap wine. He used a knife...
Onions v. Wine. Though he lost an eye in Indo-China, he was sent to Algeria to take command of the crack Third Colonial Parachute Regiment. A martinet but the idol of his men, Bigeard whipped them into shape by running them as much as 15 miles at a time. He made them shave every day, no matter where they were, doled out raw onions instead of the traditional wine ration because "wine reduces stamina." With all-night marches and sudden paratroop raids, he won every engagement, became so successful at outwitting the rebels ("He thinks like a fellagha," says...
...Meanwhile, the rest of us were skiing around up in the ravine and generally having fun. Some of the people had brought up beer and wine, so we took a few drinks from time to time...
...samples now, but most of them read: 'This is the tomb of so and so, whosoever violates it will have to pay a fine'--Well, you can't get very far that way." He also plans to find archeological evidence that the ancients believed that Bacchus, god of wine, was born on a mountain near Sardis, and that his cult spread from Asia Minor to Greece...
Huxley and Waugh share many things apart from talent and an interest in drugs and religion (in Huxley's case mescaline and Vedanta, in Waugh's wine and Roman Catholicism). Each has a deep artistic integrity and an interest in odd characters -almost, unlike modern young men, to the exclusion of his own. If the '20s and '30s are remembered as nothing more than a dismal tract of history leading to present discontents, it will be partly because two wondrously articulate Fools were wiser than the lugubrious Lear of the tottering old order, whose motley they...