Word: blurredly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reserved for a small elite speaking an argot no one else understands, much of the current worker-boss strain may vanish as men relate to machines rather than one another. This has already happened to Air Force men tending the SAGE warning system. Ranks seem to blur, says one officer. "All of the interaction seems to be with the electronic system," he explains...
...critical incense, as happened to Nathanael West. But West raged at chaos, and rage can be read as hate, which is a suitable cult emotion. Wallant's transcendent gift was for compassion, and in his writing compassion is so clear and so strong that no willful misreading can blur it to the cult-currency of hate or despair...
...sable (for $80) to customers who want to match their coats. Women like them so much that they are wearing as many as three sets (layer upon layer) at a time, achieving a wild, bushy-eyed effect. Their lids may droop under the burden and their vision blur, but there seems to be no end in sight for the whole blinking business...
...knocked Engineer Mills cold. Coming to, Mills found that the locomotive and the first two cars had been uncoupled. He was ordered to proceed slowly up the track, leaving the 65 postal clerks in the abandoned cars unaware that anything was wrong. After about half a mile, a white blur emerged - it was a white sheet stretched between poles. "Here it is!" cried one bandit, and ordered Mills to halt atop Bridego Bridge. A truck waited below. The masked mobsters meanwhile had broken into the High Value coach, forced the five unarmed postal clerks to lie face down...
Trackside Blur. Two hours before dawn, as the Royal Mail hurtled through sleeping Buckinghamshire, Engineer Jack Mills, 57, saw a red signal at Sears Crossing. Mills halted the train and Fireman David Whitby, 26, swung down from the cab, went to the track-side telephone to find out what was wrong. He saw that the wires were cut and, turning, spotted a man between the second and third coaches. "What's up, mate?" asked Whitby, and the next moment he was grabbed from behind, warned, "If you shout, I'll kill...