Word: limpness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Police said it "wasn't strange at all" to see Hamilton jogging at that hour. "He had a mountain-climbing accident three years ago and doctors told him he would never walk again," officer James Sugrue said in published reports. Sugrue said Hamilton walked "with a definite limp," and added that he "ran whenever he felt like...
...cooked it up and shot it into a vein. A few minutes later my whole body was going cold. It felt like I was going to faint or was getting seasick. The whole world was going gray, everybody in the room getting real distant. I was going limp and lifeless, and the only thing I could think about was to concentrate on my breathing...
...this Bond still manages to limp along, devoid of any real earth-threatening terror, but still--like almost all of its brethren Bond bonanzas--managing to be a satisfying entertainment. It's not the best, lying somewhere above the dreadful Moonraker, yet not as good as the hot-stuff Spy Who Loved Me. It's more in about The Man with the Golden Gun or Live and Let Die range. Perhaps one shouldn't complain too much about the frailty of the assumption of British hegemony that supports Bond. The nation of William Shakespeare, George Bernard Shaw, Rex Harrison...
...only vigor. Its spasmodic brightness, from the cast members, most of whom deliver very fine performances. As pat, the punchy cynical caretaker of the house. Brian McCue is quite good, but, as in many of his past performances, the seams show. There's a "stagey" quality to his limp, his wry grin, his extravagant gestures: one can see too clearly the thought behind every inflection, perhaps. McCue hoped to play upon Behan's theme of dramatic distance, to make the audience sharply conscious of the fact that they are in a theater viewing a performance. Unfortunately, his characterization only reflects...
When I first decided to run the Boston Marathon--a rather spontaneous decision that came only two weeks before the race--I have to admit it was mainly to emulate one of my childhood heros, George Plympton. Old George would go out and do something extraordinary, then limp back to his typewriter and tell the world how terrifying it all was. I could just envision myself laid up in my hospital bed, dictating the headline of my story: On Her Last Legs--Special to The Crimson, UHS. Looking back on the events of last Monday. I can now laugh...