Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...soon as it gets across to the public to cease clearing out the dog pounds in patriotic fervor and to donate some real honest-to-goodness dog flesh, the faster we will be able to come, close to matching the Axis' fifty-odd thousand trained dogs...
Ghastly visions of plants that eat flesh have troubled the dreams of many imaginative men. In William Randolph Hearst's American Weekly a romancer named Dr. Carle Liche once described what he saw one frightful tree do to a native girl in Madagascar. ". . . Then while her awful screams . . . rose wildly . . . the great leaves slowly rose and stiffly . . . closed about the dead and hampered victim with the silent force of a hydraulic press. . . . The retracted leaves of the great tree kept their upright position during ten days, then when I came one morning they were prone again . . . and nothing...
...pods are 4½ to 5 inches long, thick, round in cross section, smooth, deep dark green in color, curving slightly, with long and distinctively curved tips. . . ." Peter Henderson & Co. had a Coreless Carrot whose "beautiful appearance alone wins favor for it wherever grown. ... Its coreless, rich red-orange flesh possesses a sweet, melting tenderness that appeals even to those who otherwise are not fond of carrots...
Since the ashram can hold only a handful of followers, many of them, including Margaret Wilson, live in up-to-date houses in the town. Her religion, not concerned with mortifying the flesh, permits her to wear American clothes, read magazines and newspapers, puff an after-dinner cigaret. When she first arrived in India she tried to be a vegetarian, but she lost so much weight that the Mother of the Universe put her back on meat. She spends most of her time trying to acquire "a state of serenity." Each evening she goes to the ashram to spend half...
...Everywhere one turned there were piles of bodies; here one with a backbone visible from the front, and the rest of the flesh and bone peeled up over the man's head, like the leaf of an artichoke; there a charred head, hairless but still equipped with blackened eyeballs; pink, blue, yellow entrails drooping; a man with a red bullet hole through his eye; a dead Jap private, wearing dark, tortoise-shell glasses, his buck teeth bared in a humorless grin, lying on his back with his chest a mess of ground meat. There is no horror to these...