Word: limps
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...progress of the play is really the gradual zombification of Morley as physical debility betokens his psychic decay. He develops a limp, then cannot stand up at all as his arms and legs go rigid. Sitting mutely in a chair as if immobilized by a stroke, he seems to live only with his eyes, which roll in a fine frenzy as his latest financial coups are related to him by the omnipresent Spaatz. The time inevitably comes to get divorced for tax purposes, and then Morley kills himself-for tax purposes. In a final scene of immense sadness and gravity...
Whomping the Old. Yet a clean knockout, with the vanquished being carried off bloodied and limp in view of all, would certainly have been more meaningful. As Nixon himself said last week: "The question is not just winning the primaries. It is how they are won." The spectacle of Nixon whomping Harold Stassen from New Hampshire to Nebraska would hardly electrify the voters. Another possible problem for Nixon is the effect of last week's events on Ronald Reagan's position. The Californian's backers believe that Rockefeller can stop Nixon-something Romney could...
...race day, 94,800 fans-the biggest sports crowd in Florida history-jammed into the Speedway, and what they saw left them limp. The yellow caution light went on for accidents eleven times. The lead changed hands no fewer than 22 times-until, just ten miles from the end, South Carolina's Cale Yarborough, 28, edged into the lead in his 1968 Mercury. He crossed the finish line with an average speed of 143.251 m.p.h. And there was Bill France, handing Yarborough the trophy that went with his winner's check...
BRECHT: Quite right of course, and I only meant to take his side because there is always another side to be taken. To see some upshot of your imagination stalk about, even limp about...
...alone with his ego, holding it limp and spent in his hand, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror of his shame: And in the privacy of his brain, quiet in the glare of all that sound and spotlight, Mailer thought quietly, "My God, that is probably exactly what you are at this moment, Lyndon Johnson with all his sores, sorrows, and vanity squeezed down to five foot eight," and Mailer felt for the instant possessed, as if he had seized some of the President's secret soul...