Word: raspingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Novelist Auchincloss, who has written this sort of book before (The Great World and Timothy Colt, Venus in Sparta), knows his forms and his upper-crust Long Islanders. His description of Esther and the other Parmelee Cove women pursuing the adulterers like a chorus of Eumenides has the rasp of accurate reporting. But if Reese's predicament is real, he himself is sometimes the sort of hero scissored by children from the backs of cereal boxes. His incessant wrestling with the devil is a little sophomoric, and his escape from Parmelee Cove shows the limits of even the best...
...Quintero, the tragedy emerged a moving mixture of sound and fury, dark plots, and love destroyed by desperate ambition. The night was filled with Quintero's sound effects-the frantic music of bagpipes, thunder, the clangor of horses' hoofs, bells, and. in the sudden striking silences, the rasp of crickets. Armies fought across the front of the vast Elizabethan stage with such intensity that those in front-row seats pulled back in alarm. Offstage entrances brought the action into the far reaches of the theater; Macbeth strode out to meet the three weird, raffia-haired witches from...
...superb technician, Jonah makes the weariest material sound fresh; he can float out a beautifully fluid legato with every note fully etched, or rasp out a low, "dirty" tone while keeping the melody under rigid control, or punch out a bright, high note and linger over it with a heavy vibrato. The arrangements are so simple that the customers, as Chicago Disk Jockey Marty Faye notes, "can sit at a table and chat and still enjoy Jonah...
...same as a thousand other shows in which the freckle-faced redhead had played up to his vast television audience. There were the same folksy-folksy jokes, the same rasp-voiced sentimentality about things, places and people. But Arthur Godfrey's last appearance last week was on tape; he was in a hospital bed, waiting for surgery on a tumor that turned out to be cancer of the lung...
...Montrealers, with a pause-that-refreshes smile, "Drink good Coca-Cola. Why don't you share one with me now?" Bergeron, the town's top announcer, toasted his vast audience, took a long, deep draught from the glass, choked. He gasped. He coughed. Finally he managed to rasp: "If you want it in quantity, here's the large economy bottle...