Word: mouthfuls
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...performance. Entwistle grim and impassive. Moon, mouth open looking happily about. Townshend concentrates hard but is not afraid to jerk and shudder with his arms and legs when he feels the will of the music. Daltrey convulsing. Townshend splits his guitar with one axe blow. Moon when drunk, as tonight personally supervises the destruction of his drums. Why do they...
...Telefunken of West Germany, Compagnie de Constructions Internationales of France, plus Swedish and South African firms.* Financing will be entirely through foreign credits and loans arranged by the consortium. Part of the money will be spent on a new seaport at Cuama, on the Indian Ocean at the mouth of the Zambezi, which will be capable of handling 40,000-ton freighters. More millions will go toward making the river navigable as far as Tete, some 90 miles from the dam. One day the Portuguese hope to see a huge iron and steel works rise on their modest 400-year...
...Heart Is a Lonely Hunter was half poetry, and like most poetry, it suffers in translation. Yet, though much of the sentiment drips into sentimentality, Arkin is triumphant as an Everyman isolated from the humanity he can reach but not touch. With galvanic, Chaplinesque gestures, he makes his inarticulate mouth seem to shout his agonies; when he "talks" to himself, he speaks sign language with a weary, resigned accent that makes his fingers seem to sigh...
...Tell Mr. Stanton from me, I hope that when I commence the oath of allegiance to the United States Government, my tongue may cleave to the roof of my mouth; and that if ever I sign one line that will show to the world that I owe the United States Government the slightest allegiance, I hope my arm may fall paralyzed to my side...
...drank it in on waking, and went all day from sundown to blackout wallowing in it until he dropped from exhaustion and total inebriation, happy and not caring if he ever woke again. Trudging all day over the flat stale beer of the stony plain, brandy of hills, mouth shut tight because it seeped in continually through eyes, ears, nose and anus, the drink of land and the never-ending gutterbout of topography, a blinding weekend of landbooze that went on for months...