shute

The strang 'snake' on the west flank is a shute that you can use with skids.

Gregory Peck agreed with Shute but, in the end, producer/director Stanley Kramer's ideas won out.

Why there is no major garbage shute system across the city, no idea...

But Nevil Shute was not interested in a Noah's ark story, he was interested in the story where there is no human alive after a nuclear war.

But pop rocks at 15km when you've just been blown out of a malfunctioning space vehicle still strapped to your chair while you're tryi to unbuckle it so you can pull the shute.

The same hyperbole was employed by Ehrlich in the late 60s when we were talking about the population bomb, or Nevil Shute in 1945 on the nuclear apocalypse - both scenarios seem to be increasingly unlikely.

Nevil Shute was an engineer and he wrote some well respected novels like the nuclear war story On the Beach (made into a movie twice), A Town like Alice (made into a film and TV series), and No Highway (sometimes called No Highway in the Sky after the title of the film based on it), which actually deals with aircraft engineering and the problems involved in designing early jet airliners.

When Shute uses three dots it means, "Use your own imagination.

I highly recommend "On the Beach" by Nevil Shute, as an exploration of exactly this scenario.

I looked it up, but this from Wikipedia put me off: "Nevil Shute was displeased with the final cut of the film, feeling that too many changes had been made at the expense of the story's integrity.

Be surprised no more, there's an apparent garbage shute for lots of "journalists" and pundits where something unspoken about modern times bothers them enough that they just flip into being total nutjobs, riding on their previous respectability to keep eyes on them.

See, for instance, Nevil Shute's biography Slide Rule in which he describes being in charge of a department of calculators when working on the R100.

This is further afield, but it reminded me of the novel A Town Like Alice by Nevil Shute.

This guy's whole corpus reminds me of Nevil Shute's _Trustee from the Toolroom_: quiet, fastidious, and expert work appreciated worldwide.