Word: furiously
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...beginnings were not auspicious. The first day of prohibition brought violent riots, caused not by eleventh-hour drinkers but by bone-dry natives furious that property taxes had been increased to compensate for lost liquor taxes. Soon smuggling became a problem. Hotels shorn of their licenses lost money. For Europeans club life without chotapegs (half-sized whiskey-sodas) was as dull as billiards without cues. At Government House parties and receptions, guests beefed because His Excellency, Governor Sir Lawrence Roger Lumley, said he sympathized with prohibition, and would not serve even shandygaff (half beer, half ginger ale) to the Viceroy...
Once, after a furious row during rehearsals, she turned on her vegetarian adorer with: "Some day you'll eat a pork chop, and then God help all women!" Much more blandly she told bald Playwright Marc Connelly that she hadn't recognized him right off because he was wearing his hair a new way. She could meet any situation. One day, when her dog misbehaved in a taxicab, the driver let off a stream of profanity. Stella Campbell stared coldly at him, drawled, "Young man, that was me." She always did as she pleased. She was reputedly...
Please make it quick, fast and furious. Please, fast and furious. Please help me get out. I am getting my wind back. Thank God! Please, please. Oh! Please...
...start wailing, and searchlights shot up to finger the sky. Anti-aircraft guns started barking like a kennel of mastiffs aroused in the night. As the two bombers roared south, away from him down the length of Sylt, Herr Schmidt could hear other long-muzzled watchdogs take up the furious chorus...
...could quite judge of what. But for Dionysian William Faulkner the story is, as usual, a mere set of springboards and parallel bars for the display of one of the most dazzling and inchoate talents in contemporary letters. The reader who takes in the show exposes himself to so furious a narcotic cyclone of Poe, Melville, Mark Twain and original Faulkner that the best he can do is to hang on to his hat and wits. As the storm screams past he may discern a number of things, mainly favorable to the author and to his own pleasure...