Word: mouthes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Earlier in the week, government landing parties had seized control of islands dotting the mouth of the Siak River, and captured the oil terminus of Dumai. On Bengkalis Island a rebel platoon watched interestedly as an army transport steamed leisurely up to the dock like an excursion steamer, tied up, and disgorged a file of government troops who sauntered down the gangplank like tourists. The rebel platoon leader surrendered and everyone sat down...
...Action. As soon as the curtain rang down, Colin Wilson buttonholed Tynan, hissed: "Tell your friend to keep his filthy mouth closed or we'll get him." "Stay out of my life, Wilson," growled Tynan and pushed past to join his wife and Logue in the pub next door. They were barely seated when the door burst open, and in poured the Exemplars. Scattering longhairs and spilling beers, Wilson, Holroyd, Playwright Michael (Yes-and After) Hastings, 20, Novelist Bill (The Divine and the Decay) Hopkins, 29, and their partisans pushed up to the Exertionists' table...
...terribly bright-very shrewd, calculating. You notice how she fiddles at her skirt scratches, waves to the audience. That's her method of competing. I tell her not to and she says I'm jealous of her. I even have trouble keeping her mouth shut when...
...films showed the gentle ascetic all but engulfed by the worshiping, hysterical throngs on the mass pilgrimage to the sea to carry out a plan of passive resistance during the British salt monopoly. There was the shrewd lawyer-diplomat putting his hand over an inquisitive British reporter's mouth or quipping on arrival in London in 1931: "You people have your plus fours. These are my minus fours." In the best sequences, faded with age, there was "your father"-with metal-rimmed spectacles, a big, near-toothless grin, the dollar watch dangling from the dhoti-who tenderly encircled...
...selling territory, Janine is struck by the stoic dignity of the Arabs, and by the cruel yet sensuous landscape. One night she steals out to the desert's edge to be laved by "the water of night ... in wave after wave, rising up even to her mouth full of moans." In this moment of platonically adulterous ecstasy, Janine discovers not the devil in the flesh but the genie of natural instinct, long stoppered by grubbing convention. But it is too late for her to do more than weep over love's labor lost...