Word: bents
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...patchi" or even "zuboo" best described the sound, while others were willing to swear it was a whispered "pussu" as dainty as the beat of a butterfly's wings. Whatever the sound, it was certain that it took a sharp ear to hear it. But sharp ears were bent to catch it: last week, as they had each summer for upwards of two centuries, Japan's perceptive poets and philosophers listened more carefully than ever for the soft explosion of opening lotus blossoms...
When Togliatti had walked a few steps past him, the assassin whipped out his pistol and fired twice. Togliatti fell. Signorina lotti bent over him. Two chauffeurs tried to seize Pallante. He waved them back with his gun and calmly pumped two more bullets into Togliatti before police seized him. Blood soaked through Togliatti's grey double-breasted suit and made small, neat pools on the cobblestones. In the hot sun the blood soon dried. (The spot where he fell was only two blocks from where he had narrowly missed death 25 years ago, when Fascist police stood...
Maurice Thorez bent his bull neck and buried his head in his hands. In the town hall of Gentilly, near Paris, he was presiding over a meeting of the French Communist Party's Central Committee. He was presiding, but the man in charge was a former schoolteacher, handsome 41-year-old Etienne Fajon. And, in front of all the comrades, Fajon was giving him a polite but painful roasting...
...came by, bent over with the weight of his wife wrapped in a quilt on his back. Asked how she was, the old man whispered "Mo akan" (Too late), but very low, so that the little boy clinging to the woman's dangling hand should not hear...
...right. Oldtimer Art Wood, a guide from Sun Valley, grinned as he stalked through some willows to his pet spot. After a few expert casts (his friends say that he can put his fly into a sugar bowl at 30 paces), there was a resounding splash and his rod bent double. He played the fighting rainbow and pulled out a three-pounder-middling by Silver Creek standards. Then he caught eight more. Up & downstream from him, oblivious to buzzing mosquitoes, were ardent anglers who had camped there all night, so that they could start fishing...