Word: groan
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...friends in Sir Thomas More, John Colet and other noted English humanists. In Italy, he learned Greek, published an extensive anthology of ancient Adages, and was appalled at the wars of Pope Julius II against neighboring Christian states. In Bologna, he witnessed Julius' triumphal entry with "a mighty groan," wondering whether the Pope was the successor of Jesus Christ or Julius Caesar...
...almost time to go home when the sun comes up. First there's a 5 a.m. breakfast in the local all-night diner, where the waitresses groan as they see Shorty bringing up a truckfull of oil-oozing smudgers ("Oh God the smudgers-- close up quick"). Then back to the groves to put out the pots and clean up the ones that have exploded. The darkness is over now and so is all the mysterious excitement of the smudgepot fire-dance. The smudgers are tired and dirty, and maybe beginning to think that they won't be around when...
...danger of extinction. ("It is time for a major blues crusade! Is it right that a great artiste should have to die for his music to be acknowledged?") The English have long proved that they can master American idioms, and Mayall is no exception. He can weep, holler and groan with the best, and though he pleads that his fan mail be sent to Godalming, Surrey, most listeners will wonder if it shouldn't go to Biloxi...
...groan rose from the heartbroken Oakland crowd. But it was a groan almost equally mixed with cheers. If their favorites had to go down, how better than at the hands of Bobby Hull? For the sight of Robert Marvin Hull, 29, leaning into a hockey puck is one of the true spectacles of sport-like watching Mickey Mantle clear the roof, or Wilt Chamberlain flick in a basket, or Bart Starr throw that beautiful bomb. It is the thing that hockey fans go to see-whether in Chicago, Montreal or Oakland. And it is the thing that makes Bobby Hull...
Richard Hittleman, 40, neither chugs, tugs or mugs. His Yoga for Health, styled as an antidote to the "grunt-and-groan school," is so tranquil that it seems to be running in slow motion. No rippling triceps for him; lean as a leek, he eats only one meal a day. Preaching that "the body is the temple of the spirit" he claims that "20 minutes of yoga is worth an hour of ordinary exercise." During a breathing exercise, he says softly: "As we inhale we will visualize ourselves taking in from the cosmos the life force. As we exhale...