Word: flaccid
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...began the business of the evening. The Overture to Byron's Manfred, the Don Quixote of Richard Strauss and Beethoven's Seventh Symphony-these comprised the Teutonic program which the Great Italian chose to deliver. And then, as if to justify his choice, he made of the flaccid Manfred a deeply despairing hero and touched the bemuddled Cervantes knight with the tenderness of a great comedian. Not until the Beethoven, though, did he have material mighty enough for his greatest virtuosity. Ask any Manhattanite who is the world's greatest conductor and the answer, almost infallibly, will...
...woman, out of compassion for Nancy, swore it was the master, then strangled Nancy's mother lest she quaver her own doubts in the matter. Others, less generous, preferred to believe it was the groom; hoped thereby to establish superiority over the spirited little orphan. The flaccid minister took her in; his wife sanctimoniously bullied her; his old mother defended her in malicious warfare with the wife...
Cesare Campinchi, flaccid, verbose, excitable, chief prosecution lawyer representing the Petlura family, particularly Widow Petlura, who was in court, proved himself the equal of Maitre Torres in oratorical and theatrical ability. Accused of suppressing evidence by M. Torres, he roared: "Don't accuse me of suppressing evidence, Torres!"* "Don't force me to place in evidence your personal pedigree!" yelled Torres. And thus they continued...
...Newark, N. J., Mae C. Collins, 307 pounds, waddled into a butcher shop. On the walls hung red, juicy, uncooked animals. Under the glass counter reposed cool, damp, bulging joints of beef. On the counter, in the icebox, lay bloody fowl; flaccid livers; grisly, delicious knuckles; dainty, pink and white lamb chops. The gullet of Mae C. Collins gaped a little. Her small, pleasant, piggy eyes, twinkling behind rolls of fat as round and red as hamburgers, finally fixed on a ponderous porterhouse steak. Seizing it, she waddled out of the butcher shop...
...calls on friends of the family, where an incredibly hard and stiff-backed chair was usually provided for him, from which perch he was left to contemplate the family portraits while his elders discussed matters beyond his ken. Now that such ordeals are done, the Sabbath passes in a flaccid mood that contenplates and condemns all things, particularly those of an academic tinge. There is scant pleasure in a contemplation of Monday's lecture schedule, and the day closes with a sense of futility and a dread of the professorial wrath to come...