Word: moment
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...amiable, schoolgirlish companion, and whom Bernard Shaw created as a healthy, quick-witted English girl of the fox-hunting type, a person whom the spectator recognizes as someone revealed for the first time, yet who has always been known to everybody. She is answering her judges at a moment when she is forced to renounce either her life or her faith...
...voted as II Duce wished, only 999,830 stayed at home, and a minute 148,064 balloted to reject the solid Fascist slate of 400 hand-picked candidates for the Chamber of Deputies?the only candidates allowed to run. Rejection of the slate? which no one for a moment believed remotely possible?would have meant simply the holding of a new election. Statistics often lie, but last week's election statistics prove that those Italians who went to the polls are 98 28/100% pure endorsers of the Duce?a record eclipsed in the U. S. only by Ivory Soap...
...Certain degenerate courtiers of dissolute Louis XV claimed to derive exquisite sensations from a partial hanging of this type, which they called Le Coup de Corde. Many experienced hangmen maintain, and so does Novelist James Joyce, that the sensations of a man at the moment he is hanged are by no means always unpleasant, to judge from spasmodic reactions often observed...
...pummeling each other about a ring there for what the promoters insisted was "the world's welterweight championship." They had reached the eighth round when two men, not pugilists, started a fight of their own in the balcony. One drew a revolver. Nearby spectators scrambled away. In a moment there was general pandemonium. One whisper said: "Race riot." Another said animals quartered nearby for a circus had escaped. Another, seeing smoke from a photographer's flashlight, said: "Fire." The 10,000 spectators sought exits, not calmly. Many were trampled. One man, who fell or was pushed over...
...long train chugs into a little station on the outskirts of the Big City. It comes to a stop, comes to life. Men pop out of its doors. In a moment there is amazing activity. Torches held in brawny hands provide light. Neighing horses are driven in dozens down shadowy ramps. Behind them come lumbering elephants, single file. Men lift down great, gaudy cages. A flickering light reveals the prisoners-lions, bears, monkeys, the population of the Ark itself. And men and women-tiny men and tiny women, tall men and tall women, thin men and fat women, tattooed...