Word: mouthes
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...pastel packaged neatly in a cardboard box and stored safely in the basement refrigerator. I can still picture myself carving into the smooth fudge that formed the outer layer of the cake. The contrast between my crisp white dress, with its eyelet detail and simple lace ribbons, and the mouth-watering brown-black icing made the moment of the incision even more dramatic and appealing. I’d waited all day for a wedge of my celebratory sustenance. Size most certainly does matter: Sliver, slice, piece, wedge and chunk are the typical portions into which we cut pies, pastries...
...intended to elicit sympathy for Israel’s plight by elevating our hopes and then dashing them to smithereens in the depressing parenthesis, “(to our meetings at least)”? Whatever the intention, this ad leaves a sour taste in the mouth, making us wish that the Harvard Students for Israel had not, like so many before them, gotten lost in the wilderness of ambiguity...
Rory, 13, who plays Gibson's son in the sci-fi blockbuster Signs, sits down for lunch at a fancy Manhattan restaurant and promptly chugs a can of Red Bull energy drink. He then asks his mother to leave, sticks the lemon wedge from her Coke in his mouth and assumes an amiable but bored expression. Interviews, he makes clear, are not scary. Not much seems to intimidate Rory, including his brothers' careers. He says it's a nonissue that they're in the same business: "We don't talk about it. We talk like any other brothers would...
Curtis Hanson (L.A. Confidential) directs the widely heralded acting debut of hip-hopper Eminem. This rappin' Rocky says that the white underclass should be as free as the black to mouth racist, misogynist, gay-bashing jive. The star is as yet no actor; he recedes into sullenness. But Eminem has a face made for movies. He's Tobey Maguire with 'tude...
...experience its poetry swimming in your head when buying a bagel, or getting your car’s engine fixed, or walking along the esplanade. To mouth its words as you pass bemused fellow-pedestrians in Harvard Square who make sure to keep an extra meter or two between themselves and you. To grimace, to weep, at all hours when the power of its words finally strike with insight like a bolt of lightning. To keep a copy nearby at all times when you need to go back to it like a narcotic addiction. To bore friends and family with...