Word: chatteringly
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...think any large real estate holder is in favor of Question Nine," Kaufman said yesterday. "It probably makes sense to take a position of neutrality. I'm sure there's quiet chatter around the real estate office...
...outer space -- black holes, colliding galaxies, stars spinning hundreds of times a second, even a 21-piece comet now on its way to smashing into Jupiter. Still, the giant glowing hoops that showed up in a Hubble Space Telescope picture released last week prompted veteran sky watchers to chatter like awestruck kids. "It's bizarre," said Christopher Burrows of the Space Telescope Science Institute in Baltimore, Maryland. "It's the neatest thing I've ever seen...
...knock came. First, two FBI agents entered Awad's room, then two State Department officials. After some chatter and praise, Awad was handed his check. Then one of the officials picked up the telephone, dialed and handed Awad the receiver. At the other end was retired airline captain Ron Hawk, the pilot of a Pan Am passenger jet on which a bomb had exploded en route to Hawaii in August 1982, killing a teenage passenger. Hawk extended warm thanks to Awad for his role in convicting Rashid for that murder. All told, the event lasted 45 minutes. Admitted...
...Robert Altman movie where everyone talks over everyone else while each tongue is tripping on itself. For A Frolic of His Own (Poseidon Press; 586 pages; $25), Gaddis practically rebuilds the Tower of Babel from the sounds and furies of the late 20th century. Drunken soliloquies, air-brained chatter and large, heavy blocks of legal gibberish are piled atop one another. One character is haunted by the thought that "reality may not exist at all except in the words in which it presents itself" -- which would mean that there's lots of it, and it doesn't always fit together...
...only there weren't other people around. Flight attendants banging, drinks spilling, babies crying. And the occasional insane neighbor. Like the man who gave me his personal theory on nuclear disarmament over a trip from Logan to Washington National. Wedged between the window and his unceasing chatter, I buried my head in The Scarlet Letter, trying to look too engrossed to talk. The guy in the aisle seat pretended he didn't speak English. I lost...