Word: pantingly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Prentice Women's Hospital, in Chicago, twelve couples are learning a procedure called effleurage, part of the Lamaze method of "prepared" child delivery. Husbands stroke the swollen stomachs of their wives, who pant, groan and breathe deeply. The average age of the students: early 30s. Even the 35-year-old instructor is expecting her first child...
WOMEN CAN BE VERY FRIGHTENING. Sometimes I panic in the middle of talking to them, sometimes I can't even get that far. Sex is too complicated, relationships too difficult. I'm losing touch with my fellow man; I have an urge that creeps like chocolate syrup up my pant legs when I see a woman I can't have: to take out a big bowie knife and cut and cut. I go to the movies instead. I loved Halloween. That was a hell of a good movie, all the aggression at the heart of every horror film distilled into...
...Written on the box was this: "Life is serious but art is fun!" I hear his funeral was a party. A street artist had killed himself. Nobody had supported him but now everybody missed him. Now who would make the dogs make music and the mice pant? The bear knows this, too: It is hard work and great art to make life not so serious. Prostitutes know this...
...they are unlikely. Naturally, too, hers don't work out. She snags, through an elaborate and rather funny charade, a beefy hockey player, and he, naturally turns into a ne'er-do-well, leaving her on the skids, trying to snag a better catch. She turns into another pant-suited, overly made-up loser with a hopeless streak of fantasy. You can see what you like in this. Maybe Menshov really is saying that if you gamble with killer mammon you'll end up paying the price. Maybe he really is a Communist Bob Barker. Not that...
...energy gained by the nap goes into the equally tough afternoon workout, and afterward you feel yourself dozing off as you sit at a welcome dinner at the B-School dining hall. Among the pant-suited ladies and pin-striped gentlement sit sweat-suited heavies and lights, discussing the day's trials, but never mentioning the outcome of seat racing. You fill your sit-up-tightened stomach fairly quickly, forgetting about the two pounds you have to lose before weigh-ins during the season, and head back talking quietly with friends to your empty house and room...