Word: armpit
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...temperature was normal, and the wound showed no sign of infection. But this meant no respite. Last week the plastic surgeons took Ev back to the operating room, pared big patches of half-thickness skin from his right thigh, and grafted the patches onto the raw areas near his armpit...
...typical Viet Cong soldier is a thin, unkempt young man hardly reaching a G.I.'s armpit and weighing scarcely 100 Ibs. Instead of riding in a Jeep or a helicopter, the Viet Cong private travels up to 40 miles a day through jungle on rubber-soled canvas shoes. His uniform is the same black calico shirt and trousers worn by all Vietnamese peasants; on his long, stringy hair he wears either a floppy jungle cap or a pith helmet covered with netting into which he thrusts camouflage appropriate to the terrain through which he is moving. His full field...
Author White has a fine, sweaty flair for physical detail: "The foreman stood there twiddling the hairs of his left armpit and breathing through his mouth." He has a grand ear for gossip: "I never take nothing substantial of an evening," clucks one old hen to another. "My stomach would create on retiring." And, above all, he has felicity and precision in his use of word and image: "Though her words were dead," he says of a social lioness, "the shape and colour of their sentiments were irreproachable, like those green hydrangeas of the last phase, less a flower than...
...whoop-dedoo promotion of Barry's Tricopherous, or Kickapoo Indian Sagwa, or Wine of Cardui, or Madame Dean's French Female Pills, or Dr. Dye's Voltaic Belt, or even Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. But the television viewer, morosely staring at an armpit, or watching little hammers beat a brain, or listening to the simulated gurgling of a stomach, knows that the spirit of the medicine man is still around...
Nothing could touch Mij in the water as he soared, a fish tucked tight in either armpit, through infinitely intricate aqua-besques; but on land he was much more vulnerable. He met his end being bludgeoned to death by a bloodthirsty truck driver who took advantage of his tame, trusting nature. Writes Author Maxwell, with emotions of pain and rage that the reader cannot help but share: "I became fonder of him than of almost any human being, and to write in the past tense makes me feel desolate ... I hope he was killed quickly, but I wish...