Word: flashes
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...room grew larger, and with it the tree and my eyes. The mad doctor returned and covered the nutcracker with his cape. Boom, flash, I jumped inadvertently in my seat, and with the swirl of Drosselmeyer's cape, the nutcracker was real. And so was the magic; it was back. The battle with the mice started: squeak, bang, squeak, bang, and was over, sooner than I had thought. The mouse king writhed in simulated agony, pumped his feet down to the ground, waved at the audience, and the good guys...
...look like if he's around? . . . He will be attractive and he will be nice and helpful and he will get a job where he influences a great God-fearing nation and . . . he will just bit by little bit lower standards where they are important. Just coax along flash over substance. Just a tiny bit. And he will talk about all of us really being salesmen. And he'll get all the great women...
...Lead Actor Derek Jacobi, who shared in the play's conception, plainly wanted something beyond gay-rights advocacy. In successive productions they have focused ever more on the intellectual insights that made Turing unique without losing either his eccentricity or his humanity. The complex structure of flashbacks and flash forwards, monologues and dreamlike incidents is meant to convey something of the flavor and psychological sources of his genius. Much like Mozart in Amadeus, this sophisticated thinker seems suspended emotionally in adolescence. As Turing, Jacobi speaks beautifully, zealously, of his passion for science but stutters and splutters when meeting other people...
...withdrawing. Conversely, Columnist Tom Wicker, in a biting critique of the phony moralism and "sudden piety" of Ginsburg's attackers, felt compelled to preface his remarks about marijuana smokers by assuring his readers that "I am not now and never have been one of them." An odd credential to flash. It undermines Wicker's premise that in the conduct of public affairs (which includes public debate) one's marijuana history is an irrelevancy...
...lump of cloth once animate but no more, and turning to contemplate the mystery of a consciousness come and gone I to realize, thinking to my self: holy shit, I'm driving, and turning to the wheel a panic of road-leaving, a blurry desert scene suspension-crunching horror flash of scrub and a pedestrian, pale moon-faced shock, tears by, but I throw on the breaks and our tortured trusty boat screeches dustwise front-to-back to a halt...