Word: gaspeing
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...Tennessee Valley Authority, affecting an area as large as England, with an amount of architectural structure that would have made a Roman emperor gasp, is a whopper. Like many a gigantic monument of the past (Egypt's Pyramids, Rome's Forum, China's Great Wall), TVA is built for use as well as looks. Like them, it will go down as one of the most permanent achievements of its civilization, may even remain a landmark long after its usefulness is over...
...hurries them through the five-month training course at Randolph and Kelly Fields in Texas. Along with the studious documentation of a trainee's tribulations are funny and tense shots of the first shaky hours in the air, spectacular panoramas of scores of planes in formation, a gasp-making exhibition of hedgehopping over the Texas countryside. And after graduation there is a mock night air raid on Los Angeles photographed both from the ground, where the stabbing searchlights may remind Californians of a market opening, and the inside of a B-17 (Flying Fortress) bomber, where cinemaudiences...
...clear "social significances" which the authors of Middletown can only bumble over. With scarcely a skid into deliberate lyricism, whole chapters become lyric. Dickens without gush, Dreiser without fat, Lardner without cynicism, might combine to approximate it. On his subtle, flexible, nonliterary monotone, Dr. Williams seems to carry, without gasp or gesture, the whole load of daily living...
...fortress throbbed eight hours a day as Diesels pumped in air and light. At 10 o'clock the motors stopped. The lights went out. Then sleep in Chambrun's concrete cell battled with claustrophobia. The first night he had to climb up to the iron entrance and gasp for fresh air through the crack above the concrete sill. "Just pretend you are a monk living in the Middle Ages," counseled Bentz, his cellmate. After a month of living like a mole, Chambrun became acclimatized, even got to like his mole life. He became a full-fledged gars...
Seasoned Director Sam Wood (Goodbye, Mr. Chips, Our Town) turns tail on his recent fragile work to make of Rangers of Fortune the most thrilling and funny movie brawl of the current Western craze. Without losing a gasp of suspense, he has fashioned his free-lance rangers into characters of such ludicrous gallantry, bravado and rough-&-tumble efficiency as to make his tale a classic parody on every horse opera ever produced. But with the technique of a master storyteller he inserts enough sex, sentiment and sock to keep his yarn well outside the bounds of buffoonery...