Word: eyeing
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Dates: during 1980-1980
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...While succumbing to the ecstasy of the embrace, you have to keep an eye over the shoulder to see if there's a man coming through the door," he added...
Three men sit on a stoop, red-eyed, joking with one another. Every day they hold court on these steps, alone or in a group, thinking out loud, passing the day away, brooding. They know they are poor and alcoholic, but most of all they know the ghetto and how it smells and falls apart. They'll tell you that looking you in the eye, and describe how much it hurts. Sure they know. All they have to do is turn on the television and watch Mrs. Middle Class vacuum her horribly dirt-ridden shag carpet to know. They watch...
Larson's inability to summon any emotion for Bundy's victimes is especially outrageous. The bodies just pile up. The first is no more tragic than the 20th because Larson gives no thought to the women--he just cranks out a banal notation of these girls' eye color, hair length, and extra-curricular activities. The reader can only conclude that Larson really didn't care that much. Women slain in Seattle blur with women bludgeoned, stripped, and abandoned in Salt Lake City, Aspen, and Tallahassee. As the stock descriptions accumulate we get only a sense of the growth...
...carefully directed explosive charge, a technology pioneered during nuclear weaponry research. When the gun is fired, the electric surge ignites the near end of an explosive strip placed just on the outside of one of the rails. As the detonation speeds forward, faster than the blink of an eye, it presses one rail against the other, confining the magnetic field between them in an ever smaller space and imparting still greater velocity to plasma and projectile. Teams led by Physicists Ronald Hawke and Max Fowler have fired half-inch projectiles down a railgun's square-bore barrel...
...deeper, more solemn reflections on art and life she saved for her diary. In her letters she is determinedly light, at times kittenish; but she gives full play to her quick eye, sharp tongue and mocking sense of social comedy. An unfavorite cousin's face reminds her of a "mandrill's behind." T.S. Eliot's poem Ash Wednesday she greets as "Tom's hard-boiled egg." She describes avoiding an encounter with Ethel Smyth, the doughty, pipe-smoking feminist and composer who became infatuated with her: "I could not face her, though she was passing...