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...immigrant Jews. Maybe Elliot's mother really was a screaming, tightfisted tyrant, and his father the standard henpecked husband. And maybe Lee couldn't find American actors who'd fit his view of these cartoon creatures. But to outfit Staunton in a housedress that is gargantuanly padded in the bosom and butt is to force an exceptional actress into unintended parody, and to reduce the Holocaust-survivors generation to Borscht Belt jokes. Staunton has made a long trip south from Oscar-nominated actress to Vera Drake, yenta...
...turning out into the rain by the Senate of is followed by acceptance into the bosom of the Senate...
...sneered. “A strumpet with crumpets.”Felicity rushed forward, grabbed the basket of biscuits, and started throwing them at Roxanna. Her aim was impressive. “Harlot!” she spat out, as each biscuit thunked against Roxanna’s heaving bosom. “Hussy!” Running out of biscuits, Felicity reached out and ripped Roxanna’s thin linen shift off of her body. “Wench!” she snarled.Roxanna, now naked, cried out in distress. Her milk-white body trembled, and the sunlight...
...state. She peeked over the edge of the hill. Frederick was still on the branch, his limbs reaching weakly for the water. Roxanna knew what Frederick needed. He needed something—no! someone—to turn him back toward the good, to the kind and loving bosom of the Lord, that warm home for which all the Lord’s creatures strive, whether consciously or no. Her task, in all its fullness and challenge, presented itself to her. It was exactly that which doctrine forbade of her, but what doctrine had been prepared in anticipation...
...than smelt the heavy aura of manure and wet straw and damp flesh burst into and flood the hall. He had come. Yes. He had conquered. A wave of liquid fire consumed her body: the first. Again, a wave. It was an ocean that begged to be released. Her bosom, her legs, her whole being was aglow. Another. Another. Yes. Yes. The waves burst forth from her breast, shrieking like wild horses or a chorus of whores:—Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes.They whispered in, hissed in, licked the whorl...