Word: clatterer
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Boran cattle wear bells that thock and dong and clatter through the forest. The Masai and the cows are so intimately connected that each herdsman knows every cow individually (even, as now, when we are bringing along 140 head) and knows where each will be in the line of march. Moses says the same two white cows always lead the herd, and they do. And the same white cow always comes in last. Moses now and then quite tenderly browses with his hands over one of his animals and pulls off ticks, an act of love. Herding cows is infinitely...
...willing to spend a couple of evenings in Preston's numbing company if doing so will let him put off thinking about that oral surgery or those dunning letters from school. What overstrains Forsyth's vehicle to the point of collapse, when other thrillers no less dim clatter on dependably to their conclusions, may be that the author has weighty ideological points to make. His first intention is not to write an entertainment but to preach a political sermon. Its burden is that leftists and peaceniks really are fools whose habitual prating endangers civilization. Forsyth puts forward this...
...ugly tracks of war seem so commonplace that one no longer takes as much notice of the gutted buildings as of the occasional glimpses of what everyday life must have been like before the bloodshed began. Along the Corniche, the broad, palm-lined boulevard that hugs the Mediterranean, dice clatter across wooden backgammon boards, as groups of men, each with one hand nervously working worry beads, cluster to watch. The clinking of delicate china cups announces the arrival of a coffee vendor proffering thick, black Turkish brew. As Sunday fishermen impatiently flick their lines, a water-skier waves from behind...
...true "cultural values" into the gaping brains of children. One must first, at all costs, protect our charges from the "commerce of Cambridge merchants," from the "excited talk," "loud laughter," and "disruptive groans" one so often hears in establishments like Tommy's. Really the help should keep "the clatter of dishes" behind closed doors. And the teachers? Well "Harvard Parent" concedes that "the gods and goddesses who collect full salaries must be left to their mountain-top citadels": there is no alternative but to leave the dirty work to those of us who Labour in the valley of diminutive wages...
...whip through several ten page papers at the rate of two to five minutes each would have wondered, "Why bother?" Like the person in your photograph this "instructor" did his work in circumstances marked by the distraction of excited talk and loud laughter and disruptive groans, punctuated by the clatter of dishes. I suppose those of us who pay $15,000 a year for a Harvard undergraduate degree can at least be glad that the Greenhouse Cafe is both without the video machines in Tommy's Lunch and its local patrons...