Word: clench
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Walker always began in a low, urgent voice, saying how we had worked hard for this game and how we deserved it and how it would all go to waste if we let it slip away. His volume would accelerate as he talked; fists would clench, adrenalin flowed fast. The sixty would become one, like an awesome animal flanking Walker in the center. At the climax came the question in a scream, "Are you ready?", and the animal's energy roar in response. This roar was what the fans waited for, the cue to rise and cheer for the victory...
...million?another record. People are beginning to compare Jonathan to Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince and Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet (favorably or not, according to taste) as a book likely to stay around forever. Says Bach, who does not exactly take Jonathan's commercial success with clench-jawed seriousness: "The way I figure, just by April 1975, the whole earth will be covered about two feet deep in copies of Jonathan L. Seagull." The question that itches away at all but the most ecstatic readers?and haunts the clever folk in publishing who turned the damned thing down?...
...forms that satisfy the desire for "monumentality" have changed in the intervening 600 years. To Moore, who first visited Florence on a traveling scholarship in 1925, the city is "my artistic home." The shapes of Tuscany-from the consoling, breastlike curves of its domes to the muscular run and clench of the Apennine horizon-have remained fundamental in his lexicon of form, giving it a stringency as well as a sense of humanistic presence that is unique in contemporary sculpture. One does not look to Moore's work for surprises but for a sense of continuity...
...people, tens of thousands of people freaks, clean-cuts, old women-lolling in the shade soaking up the rhetorie. A swathe of Federal Employees on strike cuts through the crowd and you clench your fist and cheer. Everyone cheers, Again, you think "maybe...
...Cantabrian ports under a steely drizzle, the boats lie abandoned, as if it were a night of atomic catastrophe. Now 30 million people clench their jaws and trace terrible right-hand uppercuts in their mind's eye. A farmer near Cestona is said to have wagered he will eat his motorcycle tires should the challenger fail...