Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Somewhere out where the hispid branches swayed, I know there was a man with white canine teeth giving vent to BLACK LAUGHTER! ... A long time passed . . . then gradually I began to realize that the room had become filled with an extraordinary odor, an odor of putrifying blood and rotting flesh, the odor and breath of a hyena." When day comes he looks out and sees "stamped in the dust of the threshold, two indents- one the footprint of a man; and the other the padded dog's spoor of an erect hyena. I knelt and examined them both closely...
...pointed a horny finger of scorn at the U. S. actively entering the seething cauldron of imperialist politics, and said: "While it has not yet learned to realize its own great power, it studies on Europe's flesh and bones how to use it;" adding: "The American capitalists cannot allow England, France and Germany to regain their markets, as they themselves need them...
...boudoir where there was a wardrobe with a mirror, which he broke in his fury. After that, Mr. Christo took up his place again on the landing, and received on his left cheek a formidable blow which made him scream, for it seemed to him that fangs hooked his flesh to tear it out. Lights were struck, and everybody could see four finger-marks on Mr. Homem Christo's left cheek, which was red, while his right cheek was ashen...
...chorus was divided-a part of it in each of the rivals' corners. Choral shouts mingled with the principals' gasps, with the thud of leather on flesh, with the nervous shrieks of the piccolo. The climax arrived with the referee's musical cry of "Foul! !", which "rent the ear" and which was followed by the trained diapason of hoots and yowls from rival corners...
Babbitt. The great American legion that calls George Follansbee Babbitt friend will hardly recognize his familiar figure as a skeleton, stripped of most of the flesh and blood wherewith Sinclair Lewis endowed him, strung about with a few chunks of cinematic laughter-bait, dangled rakishly by Director Beaumont inside the standard triangle frame. Corporeal flesh the producers could and did obtain, in the not unconvincing shape of fat Willard Louis, hitherto unknown. But of spiritual tegument the scenario had none. For obvious reasons, Tanis Judique, middle aged and harmless in the novel, was sent to the boudoir and brought...