Word: fluttered
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...Effort. None of this is as easy as it sounds. "Votes," says Dirksen, "don't flutter down like handbills from an airplane. They don't shake off a tree. Effort still counts around here." As for effort, Dirksen gives it all he has got-and he is one of the Senate's most prodigious workers. Before dawn each morning he is at his desk in his small Washington apartment. At 8:30 he sets out in the chauffeured Cadillac that is the prerogative of his leadership office. He also rates a telephone...
Strangers in the City. The camera noses its way along the city streets like an alley cat. It sniffs at battered ashcans spilling over with decaying garbage, a cornucopia of filth. It paws dirty shreds of newspapers that flutter along the sooty pavements like bedraggled kites. It blinks up at row on row of crumbling brownstones, their grimy windows staring back emptily at the street like sightless eyes. The sound track tingles with cool jazz, the dry atonal music of the asphalt jungle, and keens a somber threnody on Spanish guitar strings. The cross-cultural music is apt, for this...
...invented its own repertoire of sounds, and for such a small group--clarinet, cello, percussion, piano--the repertoire is surprisingly large. The combination of clarinet (Richard Dufallo) and vibraphones (Charles Delancey) suggests a small organ in a big church. I've never heard anything like low clarinet tones played flutter-tongue against the head of a kettle drum...
...exclusive long before it became famous as one of Mrs. Kennedy's favorite dress shops. The only difference now is that Proprietresses Nona McAdoo Park and Sophie Meldrim Shonnard, who would be wows in Auntie Mame, are so pleased to have Jackie's business that they flutter and worry that too much public notice will drive Mrs. Kennedy away. There is little chance of that; Chez Ninon has just what Mrs. Kennedy likes: custom-made copies of the best of Paris...
...acorn fall from a tree, does it lie there like any natural nut? No, it is an acorn of the mind that spins like a top, turns suddenly into a busy little brownie and goes bustling off into the grass. Let "proud Titania" glide through a glade, does she flutter like any common fairy? No, she is borne on a whispering bejeweled wind of minikin glittering wings...