Word: droned
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...whole new class of TV-age entertainers-the just-talkers. But his appeal has little in common with Steve Allen's brash sidewalk zaniness or Arthur Godfrey's somnolent saloon drone. When Paar appears on screen, there is an odd, hesitant hitch to his stride. For a split self-effacing second he is a late arrival, worried that he has blundered into the wrong party. His shy smile-he has developed one of the shiest smiles in the business-seems to ask a question: "Is this applause for me?" Then he remembers: he is really the host. Almost...
...Harrisburg, Ike switched from whirlybird to his own comfortable four-engined Super Constellation Columbine III for the easy drone over to New York and his talk to the American Management Association. Since hazards still lurk in machines, the President prudently keeps the Vice President from boarding the same plane with him, even though the two are, as they were last week, landing in the same city about the same time. But in New York Ike picked up another traveling companion, Field Marshal Viscount Montgomery, visited with his old soldier comrade while the pair shuttled easily across...
...come to Havana to make love, with a view to marriage, but when he touches her, she starts to protest: "Not yet . . . It's got to be right ..." Frigid Elsa drinks one Daiquiri after another and does not stop talking until she is unconscious, so Ro lets her drone on and tells his life story to himself and the reader...
...present seems to be deadened by the drone of Hail Marys and weighted by the sweet stench of stale funeral flowers banked around a seven-day-old corpse. The past, for the mourning family of Stanislaw Machek, is a terrain of lust and violence, seen dimly through the murk of love, greed, self-righteousness and madness. In a brilliantly constructed first novel, Author Richard Bankowsky, 29, leads the mourners at Machek's wake, one by one, back across that dark landscape...
...upon row, people leaned forward to catch every word, feverishly scribbling in their notebooks. The mesmerizing drone of the theologian lifted them, trance-like, beyond the everyday world of corporeal men and concrete things. It carried them high, high into the tenuous stratosphere of abstraction, where the earth below could be glimpsed only briefly and dimly, as the ponderous metaphysical clouds parted for a moment, then coalesced in still thicker obscurity. Through the shadowy haze, however, they could sense the mammoth struggles that the voice affirmed were raging all around them. From far off they could sometimes catch the sound...