Word: funnelled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...basement storm shelter. But there was no shelter at the mall, and Graf, along with hundreds of shoppers, cowered on the concrete floors of the mall's stores as the storm struck and merchandise and broken glass hurtled like cannon shot through the air. Outside, the death-dealing funnel tossed cars hundreds of yards in the air, flattening some and buckling others. Inside the mall, there was carnage. "People were screaming, and there was blood all over the place," said Graf. "A man lay on top of me. His clothes were ripped to shreds, and he was covered with...
...applied incrustation in the form of halos, plaques, ex-votos and jewels fixed on the paint surface-to cubist sculpture. A work like Woman with a Fan (1914) combines both; it is almost as hieratic as a Russian saint. Yet nothing could have been more modern than the funnel Archipenko inserted into the design, like a negative breast, a conical hole that goes straight through the canvas at the back, turning painting into sculpture with one gesture...
There is no bathroom. A funnel in the semiprivate stairwell up front is supposed to serve the truly desperate. Thank God, rest stops are frequent. There is a tape deck, though, with speakers fore and aft. As we pull out, the Beatles pump out Here Comes the Sun. And supper starts as some kind of spontaneous combustion. "I've got organic carrots," says Linden, rummaging in a satchel. Before you know it, dates, French bread, salami and a bottle of Mr. Wente's best Grey Riesling are passing from hand to hand. Monksee announces that he will...
...their line of work. Remember the infamous Section 18 crowd at the old Watson Rink? Well, on the road, Harvard goalies found the dead chickens, smelly fish, and empty beer cans being hurled in their direction. Goalies also can't blot out terms of endearment like "sieve," "red light," "funnel," nor comments on their ethnic origin and parent's sex habits...
Nicholas, viens ici," he called; so with pounding heart and sweating hands, I joined him near the engine. To my horror he didn't even shut off the motor, much less allow it to cool off. Impatiently, he told me to hold the funnel as he poured the diesel into the tank. I did so with much trepidation, half-expecting the diesel to splash onto the red hot exhaust pipe six inches away, blowing up all to kingdom come at any moment. I really grew panicky when Gilles switched his lit cigarette from his right hand to his mouth. Even...