Word: expressionlessly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Gromyko felt about the change remained, as usual, something of a mystery. After the 1,500-member Supreme Soviet gave unanimous approval to his nomination, the dour, stoop-shouldered diplomat, variously known as Grim Grom and Dr. Nyet, accepted Gorbachev's praise and his new title in typically expressionless style. "It is not for me to judge whether I deserve such words or not," he said. "I shall make every effort to discharge with honor my duty to the party, to the country, to the people...
...that acting ability is less important than "screen presence." Maybe so, but he takes artlessness to an extreme. Gary Cooper seems mannered and fidgety by comparison. As a loner cop in Lone Wolf McQuade (1983) or as a loner cop in Code of Silence, Norris comes across as an expressionless blank, conveying nothing but tenacity and absolute cool. His body is impeccable, but the voice is flat and high pitched. He has instructed writers to give him as few lines as possible, yet he rushes the elemental dialogue that remains. Words slur: "didn't" becomes "dint...
...told; "please remember that it was Poland which attacked us first"). By autumn of 1940, he was giving his best material to his diary-his sighting, for instance, of Soviet Foreign Minister V.M. Molotov on his way to meet a German delegation headed by Goring and Ribbentrop. Molotov looked "expressionless" and "dour . .. like a provincial schoolmaster." But the diary, quoted extensively in this journal, also records Shirer's edginess and fatigue...
...talk is interrupted by an important telephone call. Amin answers and listens glumly. Haddad is at the other end of the room on an extension. He too is expressionless. The shells are still exploding outside as the President finally excuses himself, moving to the door with an almost boyish gait. It is midnight, but there is still work...
...along side, you count it--twenty-eight. You've seen the driver on the other evenings, she looks strikingly like a young man--big, with dark, almost red hair clipped tight around her head. Her clear fingernails move slowly, like gears, on the black steering wheel. She watches you, expressionless, for a long second, then deliberately opens her mouth and circles her lips with the wet tip of her tongue. You look away, then back Suddenly her lane moves ahead--two, three, four cars go by. You roll down the window and stick your head out, trying to see where...