Word: chins
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...conversation is still vivid in my mind today: He was polite, relaxed, attentive and unhostile. He nodded, reflected, took off his spectacles, put hand to chin and studied me a while, knocked out his pipe-ash on the round cork knob within the center of a pewter bowl, looked out the window with a weary sense of aging decency, pressed thumb and finger to his brow in old and practiced sense of sorrowful exhaustion. He said to me this: "Of course it's so of course it's not correct. It isn't right for some of us here...
...Chin up, eyes level, voice resonant with righteous indignation, Spiro Agnew sent his tormentors a message last week: "I am innocent of the charges against me. I will not resign if indicted, I will not resign if indicted!" His audience, a national convention of Republican women in Los Angeles, erupted in wild applause, cheering and cries of "Right on!," and some even danced on tables. The message, carried nationwide on TV, got across: any reports that the Vice President of the U.S. was about to quit under fire were greatly exaggerated...
...kind in his general dither to be cute. Everything in Le Sex Shop is cute: the frustrated husbands and thwarted libertines, the perversions, the jokes, the whores, even the erotic apparatus. For the viewer, the effect of all this simultaneous coyness and brashness is like getting chucked under the chin with a dildo...
...watery brown eyes stare out from sockets sunk into folds of flaccid flesh. Thin purple veins straggle across the high cheekbones, so close to the surface that they almost seem etched on the first layer of skin. The second chin sags into a second throat. Black dye has been used on the swept-back hair, but the cosmetic is not enough. Juan Domingo Perón, almost 78, looks his age -and feels it. He tires easily; he has trouble concentrating. Yet he must try to marshal his failing faculties. Nearly two decades after he was run out of Argentina...
...drooling, grimacing baby singe themselves into your retina. A lady's face--swathed in layers of chiffon scarves, wrapped by a gauze turban and netted veil, huge drops of shiny pearls hanging from her ears, and a fluffy fur stole across her chest--peers out over a double chin somehow eerily disembodied...