Word: chatteringly
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...Arledge. Two years ago, in safari-jacketed splendor, Arledge emerged from a golden career as head of ABC Sports to take over ABC News as well. A collective shudder passed down through rows of the three-buttoned news executives. Arledge was celebrated for zippy sports coverage, instant replays, constant chatter (including the grating homilies of Howard Cosell) and ceaseless hype. Was he going to bring the same show-biz techniques to the serious business of news broadcasting? The man most worried was CBS News President Richard S. Salant, a dedicated keeper of the flame of news integrity against not only...
Didion as a rule uses her self-dramatizations with an artist's instinctive discretion. She is an alert and subtle observer, with a mordant intelligence and a sense of humor with touches of Evelyn Waugh in it. She offers a lethal description of fatuous Hollywood political chatter. " 'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,' some one said to me at dinner not long ago, and before we had finished our fraises des bois, he had advised me as well that 'no man is an island.' " The White Album is full...
...fall back on the floor with only the ceiling to reckon. Little Joe and his girlfriend preside over the ritual sitting on the bed, filling pipes and rolling joints and popping pills, wandering into the music and eventually into each other's affection. Somehow the room is filled with chatter, most of it superficial. People don't fall into each other's laps, but I keep hoping that someone will fall into mine...
...certain sense to it--but one is constantly distracted by noise from below. One of the features of modern society that Sellars reads into Mayakovsky's vision seems to be a faster pace of life. As the play progresses, he raises decibel levels and frequencies, accelerates speech to screeching chatter and winds his actors up to near-epilepsy. And then suddenly--catanoia: the most tedious final fifteen minutes you'll ever want...
Late on a dismal, rainy Friday night a motley crowd in Detroit's smoky Woodbridge Tavern listens to a woman with fierce ginger hair punching out tunes on a ravaged piano. Over the chatter, the president of the third largest union in the U.S. clutches a microphone and, in a gravelly voice, leads the house in a rendering of Solidarity Forever. Douglas Fraser has been singing this union anthem for almost half a century now, his own career paralleling the rise of the U.A.W. He is the last of a generation of labor leaders bred in the rich liberal...