Word: clunk
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...reason different. "I don't want the bubbles," she spouts. "I hear they contribute to cellulite." New York Times Columnist Russell Baker does not admit to that particular worry, but he still weeps over the popularity of these waters: the nonalcoholic beverage, he argues, is sounding the last clunk of the ice cube for that most American of social events, the cocktail party. Baker dryly predicts worse to come. "Next year perhaps we will see rooms filled with people holding glasses of mouthwash." Before America reaches for a Listerine-and-lime, however, Boston TV Pundit Charles Kramer predicts...
...ownership of bullion by U.S. citizens. Nixon already has legal authority to permit Americans to own gold, and Simon said that he hoped to recommend that the President do so "before the end of the year." The prospect may please citizens who find something reassuring about the clunk of bullion in their mattresses, but owning gold is hardly the inflation-proof investment of popular mythology. Indeed, U.S. speculators will discover that the market for gold is as erratic as those for silver, cotton and potatoes...
...slop. Grind, clunk. Dollars...
Inevitably the novel itself is ruled by chance. Some sequences click, and others clunk. Much dice-induced motivation is suspect. Luke might have left his wife and children without ever touching the dice. Even when the plot dawdles, Rhinehart's language and humor exert their wiles. Though he leans more to wisecrack than to wit, he gets off fine mimicrys of TV talk shows, journalistic deepthink and professorial psychoanalytic jargon. Between sheets (the book is copiously copulative), Rhinehart works up a positively Joycean lather-blather...
...stayed only ten minutes. I was escorted up one flight of stairs and ordered to the end of a long row of cells. A very young looking officer then activated a switch, producing the grinding sound of metal sliding on metal. The sound culminated with a dull clunk. I walked through the door to join five friends in a five-by-seven cell containing two bare metal "bunks," a toilet, and a small sink...