Word: devours
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...recovered from the hives, I realized that I too could be one of those “idiot Americans.” Whether it’s missing the greasy Peking Ravioli that I used to devour at the Kong or crying at missed friends or family, culture shock is not an avoidable phenomenon. But as I slaved away on last minute preparations for Fashion Week at my internship with W magazine, I slowly regained my confidence and began to feel slightly Parisian again...
...News, “With a Streak of Pranks, Final Club Initiations Begin”). These convictions were further strengthened when I received an e-mail early this afternoon, from an anonymous author, claiming that several members of a final club were instructed to hold hostage, then kill and devour, an innocent, fun-loving chicken. Sure, the poor animal was probably purchased from a farm where it was being kept in a freezing cold, 1x1 cage, and was going to be killed and devoured in the near future anyway, but this is still unacceptable...
...analogue, culminated in a list of good words with which to describe oneself, and negative terms for one’s opponents. The “D” section is classic: “debate, dream, duty” for positive language; “decay, destroy, destructive, devour, disgrace” for Democrats. The memo is over-the-top, but it worked. As one staffer on “The West Wing” sighed, it’s now been the case for years that “Republicans are just good at naming things...
There are two great scenes in Tom Jones—a droll prologue styled after a silent film and an equally soundless dinner scene in which the titular Jones (Albert Finney) and his latest squeeze stare at each other as they devour oysters and chicken with lascivious panache. When the film turns to its sprawling episodic plot (taken from the Henry Fielding novel), things grow slow and confusing. Finney proves an immensely charismatic hero, though, and he makes even the tedious spells entertaining. Wednesday at 4:30 and 9:30 p.m. Brattle Theatre...
Cable television, especially for us newly-minted residents of the Yard, creates the illusion that you might find something good to watch, as long as you keep flipping through the channels. We are mesmerized for hours. This process doesn’t just devour the couch potato’s time, but that of his roommates, too. Even if roommates aren’t drawn in by the TV’s hypnotic power, few students can study effectively with MTV blasting in the next room...