Word: circularize
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...used not simply as an entry tool but also to coerce reluctant robbery victims by threatening to burn off their hair. Hohimer's former wife told police that he once cut off her hair while in a jealous rage and on another occasion emptied a revolver in a circular pattern around their infant daughter as a warning that she should pay more attention to him. Malchow had been arrested 25 times on such charges as rape and assault, and like Hohimer, he was not averse to manhandling victims...
...most beautiful thing about a circle is that it has no end and no beginning: "'What's so important about that?' you might ask...well, at least it gives you something to think about," Littlechap declares at the end; after which he, too, retreats into his state of circular existence, gently subsiding into the fetal position and womb whence he came. Perhaps this is all a bit contrived or pretentious, but one must take Newley thought schemes with a grain of salt. And here, in an honest and unassuming production, one can accept the show for what...
This argument can be approached on at least three levels. At one level the argument is obvious; at another, it is circular; at a third, it rests on confused assumptions as pernicious as they are wrong...
...mood for continual and, as it were, circular complaining," he writes, as the formal Sie changes to the intimate Du. In two and sometimes three letters a day, Kafka compiled a monumental case history of his neuroses. Each balanced sentence, each self-lacerating perception seems to be an end in itself. It is almost as if Kafka set up the situation so he could write about the turmoil it caused him. He despised himself for still living at home with his mother and father, a bluff haberdasher whom Kafka attempted to blame for his neurasthenia. For the full treatment read...
...Cook is Gary Carn He and his fireman, Peter Read, carry four days' provisions in a metal tucker box, which they keep in the locomotive cab. Carn stares down the twin ribbons of steel at a sea of green saltbush that reaches out in every direction to the circular horizon. No houses, no trees; only telephone poles rushing by at 60 m.p.h. interrupt his view. "We used to stop and let the passengers pick wildflowers," Carn says. "There are 7,000 different kinds...