Word: creaks
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Mzee, the "old one," as he likes to be called, was once a Communist, then leader of the bloody Mau-Mau rebellion, and finally the first Prime Minister of Kenya. It might have been those eight years in a damp jail cell that made him creak a bit as he dropped to his knees. But that only made the student body cheer and whistle all the louder when Jomo Kenyatta knelt to become a Doctor of Laws. Julius Nyerere, President of Tanzania and chancellor of newly founded East African University in Kampala, placed his own tasseled cap on Jomo...
...Shutter's Creak. The Plague is neither as sustained nor complex as Benjamin Britten's War Requiem, but it invites comparison to that modern masterwork in its personal comment on a desperate universal theme. A Spanish exile who lives in near hermitry outside Cambridge, Gerhard spent more than a year fashioning his brilliantly distilled-libretto from Stuart Gilbert's translation of the novel, then found the music for his words in six more months. The score has only the merest wisps of melody, but the music achieves some deeply stirring and unnerving moments -as when an orchestral...
...Senate floor, the supporters of the civil rights bill have displayed consistent eloquence, wit, courtesy, and intelligence. Unhappily they are not on the Senate floor enough. The Northern coalition, nailed together by the diligence of Senator Humphrey, has begun to creak and groan...
Tinkers' carts still creak along country roads; city air is as pure as Connemara spring water. Off the Aran Islands, fishermen still go out in currachs, their ancient coracles, and never learn to swim because they know death takes longer if they do. Ireland has in abundance the qualities that often seem to be dis appearing elsewhere: kindliness, an unruly individualism, lack of snobbery, ease, style and, above all, sly humor. Though the Irish have lived much of their lives with bloodshed and privation, their tales of the bad times are recounted with as little rancor as if they...
...Gallic springtime vivacity. He mixes sweetness with strength. His head wobbles like a flower on a too-slender stalk, but his feet are sprung steel on points when he dances his soundless ballets. He is a theatrical master of total illusion. When he climbs an imaginary ladder, the rungs creak; when he leans against a nonexistent bar, the bar leans back with wooden stubbornness; when his outthrust palms slide feverishly along a make-believe wall, the air turns brick-solid...