Word: mildewed
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...There is mildew on the rocks, and the Judas trees are in bloom. The face of the country has been transformed. And the people are a little happier ... A neighbor, a very old man, said last fall: 'The hand of man is against me and the face of God is turned away. Pardner, whichever way you look, it's tough.' Last week he said: 'Son, just listen to the mockingbirds...
Crusader & Dog. Against this figure Greene pits a tired, cynical neutralist, a British newspaperman named Thomas Fowler. He is a man of the past but with no faith in it. Back home are a dissatisfied High Church wife, debt, a dull desk-in short, the Graham Greene country of mildew, cabbage water, frayed cuffs, bad dentistry and unmade beds and all the other seedy physical metaphors for "weeping multitudes [who] droop in a hundred...
Editorial board members may emerge from the Widener stacks only long enough to leave their considered opinion on the Baluchistan question at 14 Plympton Street, and photographers may pass out of their darkrooms to daylight only long enough to find new subjects. It all depends on which type of mildew you want while at Harvard...
...Communist Mayor Peppone. One reason for the book's popularity may be that, while to U.S. readers such shenanigans are amusingly exotic, to Frenchmen they are amusingly, and often disturbingly, familiar. There is, for instance, the case of the mayor, the priest and the hearse of Civrac. Scratches & Mildew. In 1935 Father Jean-Rene Lagrave came to the village of Civrac-en-Medoc (pop. 580) in southern France, and took up residence in the parish house beside the beautiful, red-tiled, 12th century church. Plump, pink-cheeked Father Lagrave, 64, played his violin, said his Mass, baptized, married...
...Molotov obligingly agreed. The Western foreign ministers reached at last for their portfolios on Germany and Austria. But Molotov smiled a polite smile. "I crave your indulgence. It so happens I have with me ... another resolution I wish to table." He laid it before the others. If words could mildew, it would have been a deep, miasmic green, for it was the old, empty Soviet proposal for a world-disarmament conference...