Word: lurchings
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When dirty weather gathers in this book, as it does continually, the seas thunder, spurt, hurl, burst, cascade, career and cannonade. Poops lurch, hatches groan, bulwarks drown, spars shiver, tumults surge, canvas flogs, human limpets cling to wreckage with bleeding nails, battered limbs, frozen hands, grim resolve. It is a fast-sailing tale of clipper days, stoutly and thoroughly rigged from stem to gudgeon, commanded by a cultured swashbuckler from Nova Scotia, a hammer-fisted, hell-bent "bluenose" skipper, with Nietzschean ethics, Vulcanic muscles, the passions of Poseidon, the luck of Lucifer. When his clipper Aphrodite goes down off Patagonia...
...Morris Fishbein, as Editor of the Journal of the American Medical Association, is spokesman for over 90,000 physicians and surgeons- the largest body of medical men in the world. Few laymen read medical journals, for they inevitably suspect, behind the lurch and trundle of ill-teamed words, the machinations of a cloudy mind. Dr. Fishbein's words are graphic; he is possessed of what George Meredith called "the first condition of sanity"-a belief that our present civilization is founded on common sense. In a new book he shows what a neat and glittering weapon this common sense...
...Manhattan, an empty touring car lounged against a Broadway curb. A man stepped on the running-board but did not approach the controls. Pedestrians gaped to hear the chauffeurless machine start its motor, shift into gear, lurch away from the curb into thick traffic. Down Broadway it went, looping uncertainly back and forth across the street. It missed a cowering milkwagon, blew its horn, dodged a speeding fire-engine. Motorcycle police escorted the vagrant down Fifth Avenue, where a particularly wild lurch brought the man on the running-board to the steering wheel, not in time, however, to avoid...
...Manhattan, a young woman was crossing a street, right foot, left foot, across asphalt sticky with heat. Turned a traffic signal, charged down on her two lines of motors. Alarmed, she stood still. Her heels sank into the tar, were held fast. She gave a lurch. Her foot came from her slipper. She put her steaming foot back into her slipper, wrenched once more, and once more it slipped out, causing her to lose her balance, plunge her foot into the tar which gripped her stocking as she wrestled, dragged it half off. For a moment she balanced, storklike...
Everything was going very nicely when the boat took a sudden lurch to Coach Stevens' side and the sharp sound of his broken oar was heard...