Word: rasped
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...suit of olive drab is popularly supposed to turn U.S. comrades in arms into brothers under the skin. That it frequently does nothing of the sort gives Novelist Joe David (Stars in My Crown) Brown the chance to mount a kind of two-front war novel in which the rasp of conflicting personalities can be heard above the whine of shells. The psychological combat in Kings Go Forth is sometimes emotionally blurred, though deeply felt, but the scenes of military combat flare across the pages as vividly as tracers stabbing the night...
Fernando Corena, as Don Pasquale, entered wearing a vivid green apron, for the Met staging makes him a passionate amateur gardener; he sang in a deeply resonant style that may ultimately restore their proper musical qualities to comic basso roles, long lost in mere boom-and-rasp renditions. Tenor Cesare Valletti sang with the sweetness and eloquence of a low-pressure Caruso. Pretty Coloratura Peters was expertly coquettish. Using her voice almost as if it were a tangible object, she tossed a trill to port, another to starboard, a third dead amidships of the great opera house...
...fighting perimeter. Everything he had ever learned came together in the decisive moment of his life. If a precious radio broke down, he could repair it himself, then outwit Japanese jamming by telling his enemies a fairy tale in their own language, dumbfounding them into silence long enough to rasp out his message in English...
...Brooklyn, where his Berlin-born parents, Jacob and Clara Lou, owned a small drygoods store and left most of the job of raising young Louis to a German maid. By the time Louis reached P.S. 11, he was known derisively as "The Dutchman." Marx still speaks with a guttural rasp and nurses a distrust for German. On annual toy trips to Germany, Marx hires an interpreter, although, as he admits, "I understand like...
...Menotti made two afternoon field trips to Manhattan's Mulberry Street to get the flavor of his subject. He writes with absolute conviction in an idiom that was new when Puccini was young. His strings sing with silken suavity behind tender scenes, but brasses and percussion can also rasp and grump disturbingly. Tenor David Poleri (Michele) has a tongue-lashing, show-stopping aria (". . . You are ashamed to say: 'I was Italian' "), and Soprano Gloria Lane* as his mistress has another...