Word: louders
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...critics are louder than ever. Some people are trying to bury us." So laments Draper Daniels, executive committee chairman of Chicago's Leo Burnett, Inc.-and a lot of others in the $12 billion-a-year U.S. advertising business agree with him. Lately there has been a new flare-up of criticism of the adman and his trade. Semanticist S. I. Hayakawa damns advertising as "venal poetry," and Historian Arnold Toynbee contends that it is the unholy idol of materialism (TIME, Sept. 22). Some of the most articulate critics occupy influential jobs in Government, from U.S. Ambassador to India...
...full rated output within plus or minus 1 decible with less than 10% total distortion" (a very good rating, by the way) this means that the amplifier can produce every tone that is fed into it with no tone emerging more than 2 decibels (a very small difference audibly) louder than any other...
...turned into such a hyperbolized fairy that his pathetic love and desperation become the cheapest banality. His real groping for affection is represented by nine or ten unctuous lunges at his cellmates. As for Quenzel, someone must have told him that the more important a line is, the louder it must be spoken. He takes his part so seriously, it seems, that the lines he considers very important are screamed above the upper limit of human audibility...
Message Repeated. For De Gaulle, the critical area is not Metropolitan France but Algeria, where the ultranationalist Secret Army Organization of ex-General Raoul Salan seemed to be sneering louder every day at De Gaulle's attempts to reach agreement with the F.L.N. From his hiding place near Algiers, Salan wrote a letter, which was published in Le Monde, denying that either he or the S.A.O. had been connected with the bomb attempt on De Gaulle's life. Two days later, Salan's men bombed the national television station's transmitter near Algiers just before...
Huff-puff, huff-puff clackety clack it goes. Puffpuffpuffpuff, faster and faster and louder and louder. The whistle wails, and the monstrous noise comes on and on and on and on, straight at the listener. His eyes pop open, his hands grip the arms of his chair in sweaty terror. His eyebrows shoot up past his hairline. As the final shattering wallop thunders in his head, the train runs right smack over him and he topples backward in a shuddering trance...