Word: warming
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...felt a warm, liquid pressure at the back of his throat. He tried to light a cigarette and found his hand was shaking and gave up. He could see out the window and across the quad from his chair; it was a gray day with the wind whipping off the river, and the couples were already filing out of the entrys and towards the dining hall gate. There were boys carrying blankets and shorthaired girls brushing leaves from their green dresses. Vag watched them for a minute, then got up and opened his desk drawer...
...effect, trying to push our boundaries into the present Soviet sphere of influence. Russia is presumably reluctant to see this happen, and therefore we can expect a far warmer cold war in the Balkans. The trouble with warm cold wars is that they eventually become plain hot wars...
...growing to a stream. Freighters arrived and unloaded autos, Christmas tinsel, cattle feed, canned soup and nylons, left the same day with their holds crammed with bagged raw sugar and cases of pineapple. But when the pineapple-laden freighters hit the U.S. West Coast, their "hot" cargoes found a warm reception from Bridges' longshoremen. At The Dalles, Ore., on the Columbia River, one skipper abandoned efforts to unload his cargo after Bridges' men mauled a pick-up crew of local farmers and cowhands. Trucks were smashed, machinery damaged and several truck drivers beaten up. Other longshoremen began...
...tale: "I built a little mud wall around the ledge to protect me from the wind. I read aloud page after page of [G. K.] Chesterton's The Thing, tearing out each page as I finished it and stuffed it inside my jacket to keep me warm . . . The third day, I spent solving mathematical problems in my head, then I saw the feet of a rescuer being lowered to me from above...
...enough to show why Novelist Elizabeth Bowen considers Henry Green "one of the living novelists whom I admire most." But Housemaid Edie, who builds their furtive little affair into a full-blown storm of love and wedding bells (in Britain), is an even more subtle and profound creation, warm as toast towards her Charley but cold and calculating as a stockbroker in getting him under the lock & key of matrimony. Cobwebs over Eire. Two such masterly characters deserve a masterly stage-set, and Author Green supplies it. Hollywood could make of Loving a movie almost as stunning as the novel...