Word: cipherer
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...rather dispirited down and outer: "Dear little zero/Queer little zero/ He's nearly fat as he's tall." Nobody's hero, apparently, but once the other numbers discover the multiple advantages of standing next to zero, he becomes an incredibly popular and happy little cipher...
...Akaky Akakievich and his overcoat create a sen sation at work. His former tormentors are now backslapping friends; he is even invited to a champagne party. But on the way home that night, ruffians accost Akakievich, steal his coat and with it his reason for existence. Again friendless, the cipher succumbs to madness and death; yet his ghost remains, seizing the coat collars of stolid St. Petersburgers to remind them that humanity is more than appearances...
Second, PBK should construct the requirement of "good character" broadly enough to include extracurricular activities which reveal intellectual capacities well employed. Good acting, good writing, good artwork and music-making, good politicking, and good service of one's fellows, can all be evidence at least as clear as a cipher in the registrar's office...
...reveal an esoteric pattern." One may quarrel with Fleming's word "esoteric," but there is no denying the accuracy of his insight; it was no private reality that Miller pursued, however, simply a difficult one. His remarkable announcement that all of Jonathan Edwards must be read as a "cipher" demonstrates exactly how Miller postulated complexity in human affairs and then penetrated the public mind of a time to find it. As Fleming says, the Christian system of typology--the instinct to discover the truth at work in symbols and words--parallels Miller's own approach...
...beautiful," he mutters. "Some people think my mouth is too big," she pants in reply. "No," he assures her, "it's the right size-for me." Bang! A bomb explodes in the Russian consulate, and in the ensuing confusion Bond and his musky Russki escape with a cipher machine. But the end is not yet. In the next hour or so, 007 is slugged by a phony British agent, bombed by a passing helicopter, pursued by an avalanche of rats, and drop-kicked by a homicidal charlady (Lotte Lenya) with a poisoned dagger planted...