Word: fish
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...astrological parlance, last week's full moon was squared by Mars (for war) at 10 p. m. Greenwich time, Nov. 26, from the watery sign Pisces (fish) governed by Neptune...
After the broadcast, Master of Ceremonies Fadiman undid another sheaf of questions, some new, some missed at previous sessions. This time, Physicist Bernard Jaffe knew what kind of fathead might properly be boiled in oil (a fish called a fathead). Composer-Critic Deems Taylor remembered what musical composition a baby's cry reminded him of (Richard Strauss's Domestic Symphony). Catcher Moe Berg identified Garibaldi's Carbonari. Russel Grouse still thought the football team best suggested by an ocean was C. C. N. Y. (book answer: Tulane's Green Wave). Lillian Gish remembered her Browning better...
...dried and hardened, the lungfish was held fast at the bottom. Six months later, the can reached its destination, a biological supply house in Chicago. The can was opened, the cylindrical mold of dried mud delicately picked away, the lungfish removed. It was alive. The fish, gaunt from its fast, made a sort of barking noise by rapidly expelling air from its lungs. When placed in a tank it soon became spry as ever. (See the top 10 new species...
Lungfish are evolutionary survivors of the Devonian period (300-400 million years ago) when many forward-looking fish were experimenting with lungs. The lungfish are related to those intrepid pioneers which crawled up on land to become ancestors of reptiles, mammals and birds; also to the Coelacanths, which had fins like rudimentary limbs and which were thought by scientists to have been extinct for 50,000,000 years?until last year, when an astonishing live Coelacanth was brought up in a fishing net off the South African coast (TIME, April 3). The lungfish of today are evolutionary laggards. By coming...
...pier or two, boats and nets hung up to dry, comprise the weary picture. Almost no motion is apparent. Everywhere are rocks and mosquitoes and marshes extending as far as the eye can see. And smothering the scene like a heavy blanket is the smell of drying and decaying fish. For it is summer and the people who cling precariously to the shoreline are codfishing for existence...