Word: muttering
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...many of us, Japan has come to mean crowded trains, high-tech gadgets, efficient systems, cool reserve--a neon blur, in the imagination, of pencil-thin high-rises in which traders in dark suits mutter into cell phones. Or, if not the hard realism of Tokyo's office blocks, then the gossamer romance of Kyoto's teahouses, all exquisite restraint and antique silence. Though both these sides are suddenly in evidence in Olympic Nagano, for most of its life the city and the village venues all around it have offered a down-home, uncrowded, friendly Japan where some...
...more should be done? If America is less than secure against attack, what is the underlying cause? Well-meaning government officials and company presidents quickly learn that there is a limit to how much security Americans are willing to tolerate and pay for. They don't take long to mutter about living in a garrison state. Convenience and cost cutting are two near holy values in the U.S., and its citizens are not going to accept constant delays and higher costs to live in a city or ride on public transportation. That is, until they are engulfed in a catastrophe...
...Bosses were just as likely to turn on employees, of course ? take NBC, for example. Was there anyone in the country who didn't mutter the words "poor Marv" Thursday? Then there was that dastardly Bill Clinton, delivering ambiguous messages to the U.N. and Big Labor, while blatantly refusing to bring the boys back from Bosnia. And as long as Kenneth Starr is around, not even the President is free from the curse of the week: backbiting. Poor Marv...
...MacNaughton led the team's attack the whole season, but she had to carry the entire offensive workload early on. In the third game of the season (at B.U.), MacNaughton scored five of the team's 10 goals to lead a comeback victory, prompting Harvard coach Carole Kleinfelder to mutter after one of her tallies, "We're a one-woman offense...
When one of our babies woke up before dawn, did I recite The Canterbury Tales to her in a way that stimulated the bejesus out of her brain circuitry, or did I just mutter unintelligibly, "Where the hell did she throw the bottle now?" At this point, it isn't even easy to remember precisely what I said to my kids when they were teenagers. Just last month I got in touch with both of my daughters to make sure we'd remembered to tell them not to join any cults...