Word: froid
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...Fantastic," said Toni Sailer, who swept every gold medal in men's Alpine skiing at the 1956 Olympics. "I would bet on her to win at Innsbruck." Paris' Le Monde rhapsodized over Jean's "sang-froid," her sureness, her precision, and L'Equipe celebrated her "sweetness of manner, happy healthiness, and dazzling smile." Jean was busy talking about teaching school and joining the Peace Corps, and when people asked her why she skied so much faster than everybody else, she just smiled sweetly and said: "Gee, I don't know...
...Gabrielle lives with a gouty old husband and keeps a handsome young lover. One afternoon while tangoing (the year is 1913), he tells her he is betrothed to another-but, with true Gallic practicality, assures her that this need not interrupt their dalliance for a moment. Gabrielle, combining sang-froid with S. Freud, goes along with this, and together they plot to kill her husband. But the lover's pistol only clicks, and the husband shoots him instead. Gabrielle's duplicity soon turns into triplicity, and before the episode ends, she has two more victims. Three...
Gourmets to the last, the newspapers of Paris printed up special menus "pour le grand froid." Their recommendation: plenty of red meat and fresh vegetables. Movie houses and theaters canceled their shows. The hydraulic elevators at the Eiffel Tower refused to work, and even the doughty and haughty clochards (the hobos of Paris) sought shelter in the stations of their ancient enemies, the police...
...homosexuality herself, when in charges Nuclear Physicist Paul Wilson (Character Wylie's nephew: no relation to Author Wylie). His dank hair is trailing over his forehead. "I'm in love," he cries. "And the girl's a whore." Character Wylie, whose air of learned sang froid is notable throughout the novel, takes one look at the girl, name of Marcia, and makes another fast diagnosis: she is a raving nymphomaniac and wholly unsuited to a career of nuclear research...
...Bidault was feeling the temperature more than his chief was. When he had finished his halting defense of the London agreement, the Foreign Minister walked slowly from the rostrum and took his seat on the government bench. He was sweating, but he muttered to Robert Schuman: "J'ai froid" (I'm cold...