Word: chatteringly
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...think of a minute when he isn't doing something constructive, speaking, writing, hiking or putting up storm windows." Hiking was the toughest part: "I'm all right for an hour or so, then I get tired." Added Joan brightly: "There is too much chitter-chatter about age these days...
...short ride from the Capitol. It was a well-furnished apartment, with prints on the walls, silk draperies in the bedrooms, lavender carpeting in the bathrooms. The parties there were lively. The twist was danced both inside the house and on the patio outside; the convivial drinking and animated chatter lasted long into the night. Some nearby residents noted that visitors appeared in the daytime as well as the evening. "A lot of people used to come through the back gate," recalls one neighbor. "That struck us as strange. Most of our guests come through the front door...
Ludwig Erhard has said little on foreign policy in recent years, but he insists, it is "stupid chatter" to suggest that he is uninformed on the subject. He was gravely disturbed by Charles de Gaulle's veto of Britain in the Com mon Market and called it "a black hour for Europe." While he supported Adenauer's treaty with France, privately he makes no secret of the fact that De Gaulle leaves him mystified. The two have met on several occasions, and do not really hit it off. In any case, says Ludwig Erhard somewhat nervously, "De Gaulle...
...Private Ear deals with three young members of London's lower middle class, and the story it tells is far from new. Ted, modern and ambitious, and Bob, anachronistic and romantic, spend an evening with Doreen, a silly little stenographer. Bob's dreamy, "sensitive" chatter only confuses Doreen, and naturally she prefers Ted. Finally, she leaves. That's all: boy meets girl, boy loses girl. Everything except boy gets girl, which, presumably is the message of the play: Naive romantics never get what they pine for. Shaffer's plot is senile and his satire is unsubtle and too familiar...
Within the lifetime that he nearly did not have, Nagare has become a cult. A robust, prolific artist, he is a perfect idol, with the handsomely chiseled features of a Kabuki actor. He is a loner who despises the city's chatter and works in an isolated village called Aji, 360 miles from Tokyo. But there is not a trace about him of the dainty refinement long associated with Japanese art. "Think of what the ancient Egyptians did or even the Romans," says the maker of monuments, regretting the current shrunken scale of sculpture...