Word: gutterally
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...prosper, but with the coming of the rains their customers lose interest in shoeshines. Close to starvation, the boy and his sister are accidentally separated; from there the film wanders to an ending that, for all its melodramatic sentimentality, fits perfectly into the picture's curious blend of gutter reality and fairy-tale dreaminess...
...Perse never allows the hope of purification and renewal to gutter out. In Anabasis (1924), his best-known work, partly thanks to an excellent translation by T.S. Eliot, Perse tells of the seedtime of history. Man, the nomad, ranges out over the deserts of the East, "Ploughland of dream." He raises and then razes a city. In Winds (1946), great storms sweep across Europe, "leaving us in their wake, Men of straw in the year of straw." The restless hero finds himself in the West as Perse conjures up the discovery and dynamism of America-"the great expresses . . . with their...
...Harold on a sheet of yellow paper, belongs to the night and together they conspire against Boston. They live illicitly, caress each other with streetlamps and shadows and juke box symphonies, the soft sob of loss, the subway shudder and the sigh. Night warms its black limbs by the gutter fires and furnace spit. We should bottle the night, prone and passive, siphon it into leather canteen flasks, take swigs of it while sunning ourselves by the river, savour it after a French loave-lunch, rub it on our arm in lieu of excrement...
...present and promptly rushed to the bazaar with it to buy an old coin. The boy's father unprophetically chided Calouste on his earliest recorded financial deal: "If that's the way you're going to use your money, you'll end up in the gutter...
Around midnight, the clubs run out of liquor and every door on Prospect Street spews forth a jubilant stream of staggering sophomores, juniors, and seniors. Leaning on each other, singing, shouting, a few pausing at the gutter to retch quietly for a moment then loudly rejoining the buoyant inebriated throng, they totter off toward the campus or a cafe where they can calm down with a cup of coffee. The fraternal transport is now at its beatific height. Arm in arm they reel indifferent to traffic or the piercing cold; one lifts his hands to the frigid heavens and races...