Word: gutted
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...Buechner's characters has a different idea. "Words are my undoing," he confesses to a friend. "My unraveling. Like a golf ball when you take the cover off-all those miles and miles of rubbery string. I've been reeling words out of my gut for years, I suppose to find out one day what there is at the middle of me." The friend thoughtfully replies that at the middle, as far as he can see, there is "a little kernel of warm, stale...
Fireside Chat. The fire started near the second-floor escalator around 3 a.m. on the Saturday that Marcus had expected to be "the biggest day of the Christmas shopping season," roared up the stairwell to gut the fourth and fifth floors. In some sections of the store untouched by flames, plastic hangers melted in the intense heat, dropping expensive clothing into dirty, swirling water. More than 150 firemen fought for five hours to control the fire, the costliest in Dallas history...
Much of the current discussion rests on two inconsistent assumptions. (1)Entering students are more mature and better prepared than they used to be (I agree.) (2). Once here they will slide through gut distribution courses, unless confronted with a fairly rigid core of general education requirements. (I don't believe...
...Prickly Pear. Moursund is an all-round man in the best Texas tradition. He controls a local bank. He can survey land, brand cattle, ride a horse through prickly pear cactus, steer his Lincoln Continental through cedar brush in pursuit of game, drop a deer with unerring aim, then gut and skin the animal. To the Judge ranching is more of a pleasure than a source of income. Explains an associate: "He gets a real kick out of manipulating cattle from one pasture to another." He also enjoys food in quantity. When he speaks of a "couple of hamburgers...
...with French cuffs was back driving his Cadillac to his salmon-pink summer house on a bluff overlooking Lake Ontario. Behind him were two months of exhausting campaigning, a 6,000 mile trail that had led him into 148 cities in 40 states. William Edward Miller, 50, the bantam gut-fighter who had been put on the ticket "because he drives Lyndon Johnson nuts," had come home to roost, and not a day too soon to suit him. "The British have the right idea," he said. Presidential election campaigns have become "too long, too expensive, too arduous and too boring...