Word: hollowing
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...jokes, nothing seems funny to them anymore. "There's a massive number of variants of jokes," Wiseman says. "But I've heard the basic structure of pretty much every single one." Oh, he still is capable of laughter, but it's a dry husk of a laugh, a hollow been-there, heard-that chuckle designed to make you think you're funny even when you know you're not. Is it possible to burn out your joke receptors from overuse? This calls for more research. If you didn't laugh at the world's funniest joke, you should worry...
Sometime last fall, the solemn words and silent vigils faded and the discourse of Sept. 11 began, offering little pause for the tragedy. I was lulled by hollow news reports and the kitschy “9-1-1” metaphor, whose appropriateness troubled me. Its simplicity befit the attacks themselves—large, uncomplicated and unsubtle...
...part, Ginny was going through the motions but nothing more. Friends and relatives, who had colonized the house, were propping her up like a marionette and pulling her through the paperwork mill. "I was numb, hollow," says Ginny upon several months' reflection. "I was just completely terrified, terrified of living the rest of my life without George--still am, but in the beginning I couldn't do a thing...
...watches her mother's slow, grieving slide into adultery with a dry-eyed pity that's heartbreaking. "My mother had my body as it would never become," she says, as her mother undresses with a sympathetic detective. "But she had her own moonlit skin, her ocean eyes. She was hollow and lost and abandoned up." Sebold knows what it is to be haunted. In 1981, as a freshman at Syracuse University in upstate New York, she was savagely beaten and raped by a stranger. The trauma left her with ghosts that needed exorcising, and it wasn't until 1996, after...
...watches her mother's slow, grieving slide into adultery with a dry-eyed pity that's heartbreaking. "My mother had my body as it would never become," she says, as her mother undresses with a sympathetic detective. "But she had her own moonlit skin, her ocean eyes. She was hollow and lost and abandoned...