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Five minutes later, he repeated the order. When again there was no response, an officer crept behind a wall near the house and threw a sizzling tear-gas canister through the tattered window curtains. A mangy, dun-colored dog scurried off the porch...
...Their quarry is doing some chores. Without a word, they confront him, pull their weapons, shoot him twice in the heart, and go away. Around his still body his pet dog capers and moans. Over in the corral a horse paces desperately. And the screen door on the porch bangs open and closed in the wind. Cliches are not the exclusive province of dialogue...
...island, presenting a glittering metallic wall. A few blocks away, a teenage girl with red-painted finger nails picks up a laundry basket in the greasy kitchen of her small home. She turns down the light of the hamburgers crackling on the stove and goes out onto the back porch, where blouses, pants, and underwear hang on a clothesline. She begins taking down the garments, putting the clothespins in her pocket, when she sees out of the corner of her eye an airplane rising in the sky. A blouse flaps in her hand as she stares at the plane...
When the bass and drum strike up every one of Waylon Jennings's songs, there's a plodding anticapatory quality about it, a waiting without suspense. This is a familiar theme in country music, connected to country life--the mood is like sitting on the porch in summer whittling and watching the cars go by. It's hard-driving and strong but with a controlled drawl, so that it sounds redundant at first, until the body of the song starts and Jennings and his harp players weave a bluesy exchange through the sameness. Joining them is a superb pedal steel...
Clad only in surgical masks, two men dashed through a packed amphitheater where Harvard students were taking a first-year anatomy exam. Watching from his front porch, the president of Virginia's elegant Sweet Briar College gallantly applauded as 50 of his coeds sprinted by adorned only in their class years, lipsticked on in an approximate license-plate position. On busy U.S. Route 1, traffic was brought to a cheerful standstill by 533 University of Maryland students chain-dancing au naturel. With astonishing swiftness, streaking, the art of the point-to-point dash in the buff, has burgeoned into...