Word: morsel
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...hosts would be mightily offended if he failed to partake of their bandquet and so he steeled his quaking stomach for the ordeal ahead. He managed to make it unsteadily through the-first four courses, but felt, as dessert was carried on, that if he consumed a single morsel more he would surely lose his entire dinner. He was in a quandry. But meanwhile the chief, a kindly old fellow, had observed Thun's distress and, knowing this particular bear 's fur glasse to be an unusually strong preparation, he leaned over and chanted in Thun...
...nation, one of whose principal exports is the steely little Gurkha soldier, Mahendra labors not only to hold his throne but also to keep his little kingdom from the jaws of its giant neighbors, Red China and India. He does this so successfully that, far from becoming a tasty morsel for its neigh bors, Nepal has wheedled all manner of goodies from both- not to mention the U.S. and Russia...
Wood-Notes Wild. On that morsel of plot Novelist Dundy drapes copious flimflammery about father figures and love-hate syndromes that no one could possibly take seriously. Happily, however, the pursuit of C. D. ("Seedy") McKee brings Honey Flood face to face with stately homes and Soho nightspots, London fogs and Mayfair mayhem. She finds herself at war with the whole English race. It is a form of infighting of which Elaine Dundy is plainly a well-scarred veteran. Before she is through, any true-blue U.S. reader is likely to feel that even a money-mad American would...
...form of boudoir bingo that has already alienated the wife's best friend and driven the husband's auto-racing teammate to suicide. This time out, they notice a lissome young schoolteacher. The wife befriends the girl, brings her home, immediately begins to preen her as a morsel to renew hubby's flagging appetite for l'amour...
...more harrowing than descriptions of Keats's final weeks in Rome. When he coughed up two cupfuls of blood one morning, the doctor felt obliged to bleed him two cups more "to relieve inflammation." Then he was put on a starvation diet of "one anchovy and a morsel of bread a day." As a medical student, Keats knew long before this that he was as good as dead anyway. He struggled to make his death easier for Joseph Severn, the kind but ineffectual painter who nursed him. Severn had never seen anyone die. Keats punned "a hundred times...