Word: guttered
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...Alcatraz. To come full circle, Backus first had to get out of taut Kentucky Military Institute outside Louisville -"an Alcatraz with tuition," where his best pal was "Cadet Slob" Victor Mature. "I predict you'll wind up in the gutter," said the commandant...
Guinness's script is reasonably faithful to Cary's story-what story there is. Gulley Jimson, a gutter genius who lives in a rotting houseboat on the Thames and has painted some of the most outrageously great pictures of his generation, is released from Wormwood Scrubbs prison, where he has just spent a month on charges of "uttering menaces"-he had threatened to cut out his patron's liver, or something of the sort. He trots over to the nearest pub, puts the bite on the barmaid (Kay Walsh), a middle-aged drab with a face...
...dying of tuberculosis"; Fitzgerald entangled in his pajamas waking in terror at the thought that his arms are paralyzed. Sheilah could not save him from himself and she sometimes sank to a no more pretty fishwifery of her own: "I didn't pull myself out of the gutter to waste my life on a drunk like you!" The drunk pulled himself out of the gutter in the last year of his life, and using the pencil stumps with which he preferred to write, feverishly covered sheets of yellow paper with what later be came The Last Tycoon. In that...
...little old lady stood in the gutter staring at the big black dog that was staring at her from the sidewalk. I stared at both of them as I began to walk past...
...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 is 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...