Word: leaning
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...style may also be responsible for some of the difficulty he presents to listeners. It is taut and lean; a poem like "By Lamplight" moves along so fast that even knowing what the situation is hardly helps one keep up with it. Mr. Kunitz reads well, emphasizing the brittle sonic effects and providing real dramatic power where it is called...
...Post's columns are as exotic as its habitat, lean hard on local news: the native mother who accused a neighbor of doing in her youngest son; a warning that the dangers of capturing Papuan black snakes far outweigh their medicinal value. Periodically, readers are brought up to date on population losses caused by wild boars, crocodiles, sharks and cannibals. Post advertisers plug canned butter, rainwater tanks, ceiling fans, copra boats and soap, sometimes in pidgin English: "Altaim waswas long sop new bilong im Palmolive...
...melons and cherries from the peasants, sipped thick Turkish coffee. The town elders sat smoking in the middle of the bridge, looked with contentment on the Bosnian mountains ringing their valley, gravely discussed public matters. The young men came to sing and joke, to flirt with passing girls or lean dreaming on the parapet. On such soft nights, a man on the bridge felt as if he were on a magic swing: "He swung over the earth and the waters and flew in the skies, yet was firmly and surely linked with the town and his own white house there...
Still pushing for further progress, Mike DeBakey gets less than five hours sleep a night, rises at 4:30 to work on reports before going to surgery at 7:30, has taken off only two weekends (to hunt deer) in four years. Lean, slightly stooped and with big, penetrating dark eyes, he is so miserly of time that he never drives when he can fly, never walks when he can drive -even the one block from medical school to hospital...
...people never discover who is deviling them. The dreamers among them lean to the belief that it is Death himself. Death, for the author, is a grinning morality-play specter with his arm familiarly draped around Everyman, and this theory is the most tenable one that she leaves. Some readers may object that such mysticism is too woolly, but few of them will complain that Author Spark's funerary satire lacks bite. Any reader over 25-the age at which, as Scott Fitzgerald might have said, a man realizes that he must die-will have an uneasy time forgetting...