Word: float
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...every performance. The narrow, tremulous wraith appears in black velvet pants and jacket, a little lace jabot at her throat. The mordant chords purl from the back of the stage, and she becomes an authentically possessed figure. On the slow numbers, the words are not sung; they seem to float from her throat. The uptempo songs could survive almost any rendition, but when Elly sings them, she charges them with alternating currents of energy and melancholia. She does not interpret the songs, she becomes their owner-and their tenant. In Carousel, she sings in a lazy, wheeling style-until suddenly...
...rules. if passed, will come as a gift out of the blue for most undergraduates, whose long-forgotten three's and four's on AP exams will permit them to float through with three, or even two courses a year until they graduate...
...harnessed to a rig called the wood roller massaging machine. Your reaction is immediate: "T-t-u-r-n-n i-t-t o-f-f-f!" BACK WALKING. All is calm in yoga class. "Sink deeply into the floor," whispers our guru, demonstrating the corpse position. "Float away." Class ends, but next to you, Herb Zimmerman, a Wall Street broker, is still floating. "I see a little creek," he mutters. "Trickling water. I'm actually there." Later, you and Herb are actually in a karate class taught by a black belt instructor. Wisely, as you hear your calcium...
...audience and drag theatre-goers up onstage to share in dance. The tragedy of Claude's death seems to evaporate into the transcendental warmth of a new optimism. Biltmore patrons slowly gather up their Playbills, reclaim their wives and friends from the enthusiasm of Hair's final moment, and float airily out the doors- slightly changed, and energized with a new sense of vital understanding- as they make their ways through bustling Broadway crowds to happier homes than those from whence they have come hours earlier...
...turn around just in time to see some dude wearing a Gate of Heaven bowling jacket and a scalley cap, his mind stoked with bennies, float by. His eyes are as big as five-cent gumballs. He has a silly smile on his face and a seven-inch knife in his back pocket. Yes, there will be a jam this afternoon at the Arena...