Word: adderly
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...make the multiplier/divider work, we needed to build an adder--not of the snake variety--since both multiplication and division, are in essence repeated additions (or subtractions). We also needed to construct several registers that store data and the pain-in-the-neck control unit, which instructs the rest of the chip what to do at each stage...
Like this sainted idiot, Morrison seems to be sustained by some spiritual essence. He also shares with the idiot a contempt for catering to anyone, a disdain for superficial cool. Morrison, 46, looks like a cross between a puff adder and a pub keeper, and will never seem beguiling in a video. As he sings about his boyhood, weaving references to Sidney Bechet and Hank Williams into a tune that draws on the hymn Just a Closer Walk with Thee, it's obvious he is only trying to keep a clear through-line to living memory...
...bloodshot eyes and many wounds? It is the one who spends long hours in the taverns, trying out new mixtures. Don't let the sparkle and the smooth taste of strong wine deceive you. For in the end it bites like a poisonous serpent; it stings like an adder." The archbishop responded evenly that Henry's was an experiment, an attempt to provide a wholesome meeting place outside commercial bars. Saying the arrangement involves some risk, McCarthy said he nonetheless expected "that an atmosphere will be created of adult Christian responsibility similar to that in a good Christian...
Mags intends to do their portrait, but the Churches paint it for us first. Gardner has been a renowned poet, the confrere of Yeats and Frost, whom he tellingly quotes. Now he is, in Fanny's words, "very gaga" and "deaf as an adder." He repeats questions that he has asked and answers questions that have not been asked. He guards his latest incoherent manuscript like a toothless lion and then flings it through the air Like a sheaf of errant snowflakes...
...black evening gowns and white dinner jackets seem to have a life of their own. The collectibles sprinkled around the room exude rechereche. The omnipresent martinis are dry, and the wit drier still. Throughout, the predominant emotion is a practiced bitchiness. "Elvira is about as trusting as a puff adder," Ruth tells Charles. The mousse at dinner "looked a bit hysterical, but it tasted delightful," Charles tells Ruth. Why any of them puts up with the others no one seems to know...