Word: flatted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When Georgy was forced out of her flat by her roommate Meredith's (Charlott Rampling) noisy lovemaking, the girls blubbered; when Georgy was seduced by Meredith's insatiable husband Jos (Alan Bates), the girls wept triumphantly; and they kept it up while Georgy in herited Meredith's unwanted baby and rode away with a millionaire husband of her own (James Mason). As one of them explained, on leaving the theater, it's all so "true-to-life, with a happy ending...
Whitlock listed several steps to prevent another disturbance that would stop short of a flat refusal to permit the game. He mentioned additional police protection, busing students to and from the game," and channeling part of the crowd into the subway through the MBTA yards on Mem Drive, so that they would not have to enter the Square to catch the train. Whitlock also suggested that a different date for the game might reduce the size of the crowd...
...Williams for a count of two; his second caught the Cat flush on the mouth so hard that his teeth sliced right through his rubber mouthpiece and gashed his lower lip. Williams went down for a six count, got up, and staggered into another Clay right that knocked him flat on his back, out cold. The referee was at the count of five when the bell rang. Williams' handlers dragged him back to his corner, revived him by breaking ammonia capsules under his nose...
...nose to tail and wrapped in scarlet p1ates of steel, it hurtles down the highway at 100 m.p.h. Outside a new apartment house, it screams to a rubber-ripping stop and flings nine tiny men in tight black uniforms off its big red back. The men crash into a flat, turn drawers and closets inside out, carry off a heap of hidden books, whip out a handsome copper flamethrower, burn all the books to fine grey soot...
...rather than a novelist-the composer, as Dos Passos puts it now, of "a narrative panorama to which I saw no end." These judgments pertain today, though it is also true that the work that stood "midway between history and fiction" was fiction all along. Dos Passes' bare, flat non-style, in which events-tragical, comical, pastoral or historical-were impersonally told in the same tone of voice, can now be seen as a deliberate esthetic contrivance. The object? To convey by a massive weight of incident the feebleness of the individual within the com plex web of modern...