Word: instantly
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1940
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Without an instant's hesitation, out of the line of defenseless freighters and straight for the death-laden steel-clad swerved the 14,164-ton armed merchant cruiser Jervis Bay, a hardy old packet of the Aberdeen & Commonwealth Line which used to take freight and poor emigrants from Britain out to Australia. She had just six 6-inch guns and no armor plate over her ribs. Her commander was an Irish admiral's middle-aged son named Edward Stephen Fogarty Fegan. He had promised his men that if ever they met the enemy they would face...
When his heart contracts it throws a load of blood forward toward his head. "For the same reason that a discharged gun kicks one in the shoulder," said Dr. Starr, "the recoil throws the body feet-ward." An instant later, when the blood strikes the aortic arch (curve in large heart artery), "[the blood's] headward movement is arrested, creating an impact which throws the body and the table headward...
Because the jellylike body tissues tremble for a brief instant after every "blow" from the heart, after-vibrations warp part of the record. Hence Dr. Starr believes that his machine will never attain "highest precision." Nevertheless it is good enough to: 1) detect early, hitherto invisible cases of heart disease; 2) show the relation between high blood pressure and heart function; 3) differentiate between various types of heart disease...
...Whom the Bell Tolls" is Ernest Heminway's greatest book, greater even than "A farewell to Arms." In harrowing days like these we live in, it is interesting to see just what kind of book it is that can catch men's attention, and light up for an instant the shadows that lie behind the day-by-day kaleidoscope of draft numbers, campaign speeches, and invasions...
...Room late, and seeing only one table empty, sat down-at the tutors' table. No sooner had he been served than the Faculty members came in, and filled the chairs on each side of him. Never in his life had he felt so out of place. But in an instant there was a friendly voice in his ear: "I don't believe I've met you. . . . This is Mr. Mayberry, Mr. Walcott, Mr. McHugh. . . ." The Sophomore turned to see who had spoken, and found beside him a little man, thin, sandy-haired, mustached. Kindly-faced and attentive, he spent...