Word: heaping
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...break it. As the astronauts comfortably watch a Sally Road feather dance from their banquet hall seats. Yeager goes too for too fast and loses control. But in an act more heroic than any earth orbit he survives a crash landing and wails away from the smoldering metal heap smiting...
...dialogue, never surpasses the self-conscious (they're emotionally starving, you see). Emma (Molly White) the younger of the two gawky adolescents, is having her first period, as the mother constantly reminds father and brother to excuse her behavior. Wesley (Steven Gutwillig), her brother, urinates on a heap of Emma's painstakingly drawn posters. Shepard isn't one for the soft touch. His intention is obvious and a bit clumsy--to elicit from the audience the same plaintive reaction Emma has to Wesley: "What kind of family is this, anyway...
...Here, struck down by the heat, the sow fell and the hunters hurled themselves at her. This dreadful eruption from an unknown world made her frantic; she squealed and bucked and the air was full of sweat and noise and blood and terror. Roger ran around the heap, prodding with his spear whenever pigflesh appeared. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight. The spear moved forward inch by inch, and the terrified squealing became a high...
That year, Dunster-Mather eventually forced itself to the top of the heap to seize the title. But it was winless Lowell that sang "We Are the Champions...
...number had reached one-third, by 1950 three-quarters, by 1970 nearly 90%. Whatever lay in darkness was to be illuminated. Whatever stood whole and secure was to be smashed, indeed was assumed already disintegrated in its essential form. Eliot began The Waste Land bemoaning "a heap of broken images," but wound up shoring "fragments against ruins." Since life evidently lay in pieces, perhaps it ought to remain that way. Rene Magritte drew disembodied noses and nude torsos stuffed into bottles, while Henry Moore sculpted a Two-Piece Reclining Figure, a perfect fusion of leisure and fragmentation...