a multibarrel reactor

He prepared a spicy casserole.

But, while I was still the girl my parents expected me to be, I was asked to be a Nixonette, and I merrily, unthinkingly donned my white dress and red, white, and blue banner. One of our Nixonette duties was to stand on the curb in front of the San Marino Republican Headquarters and welcome the candidate to town.

The Pope did not, of course, go on to develop the truth he thus glimpsed – the age of power resources of coal, oil, electricity and nuclear fission, – the age of immense technological advance, of automation, the multiplication of man’s power to produce tenthousandfold – and yet, a world unfinished, still poverty stricken, wretched in its hunger, malnutrition, disease, and dreadful slums, of appalling rural misery, in spite of all the progress that has been made.