Word: drivered
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Progressive Socialist Party as he was being driven to a meeting with party members. Slowing down at a corner to begin a steep climb 18 miles southeast of Beirut, the car was blocked by a Pontiac with an Iraqi license plate. Four men machine-gunned Jumblatt, his driver and his bodyguard; all three died almost immediately. The assassins sped away, crashed their car two miles down the road and hijacked a Fiat...
...which is meant to be more lyrical than majestic, the group soundedvery fine. The soft chimes of the triangle in "Tuileries" played nicely against the winds, harp, horns and strings, and the tuba burst forth with round tones most of the time in the sad "Bydlo" describing a cart driver trudging along with his oxen. "Ballet of the Hatching Chicks" fared better than "Limoges" and "Catacombae," in which the brass were not as sharp as required...
...week during which I lost my glasses (misplaced) and my driver's license (misdemeanor), excitement hasn't been too hard to find. Although sweat suits have replaced game uniforms for the time being at Harvard, life still goes on in the sports world, with its usual regularity and surprisingly consistent lapses into boredom...
...time, but a rush straight from the station to the club-house, and a race round the course in a blue serge suit to beat the fading daylight. Yet the same ecstatic glory hangs round the memories of both rounds; I know that in the first of them my driver had a brown head, and in the second a yellow one, or perhaps, since the occasion was so romantic, I should say, of palest gold...
Larry Flynt, of course, is very much "one of us" but more on that later. Flynt is a burly red-haired man who looks more like a truck-driver than the publisher of the third largest men's magazine. (Last year that ordinal number meant over twenty million dollars in profit.) Hustler, in fact, celebrates the myth of the hard-drivin' fast-cussin' mean-fisted truckdrivers. They are the last American heroes, a lone breed of tough guys blazing down the pike at a speed that would turn a "pansyass" as white as his collar. Flynt talks slowly, firmly...