Word: scalps
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...couple remember a solemn vow to shave their two-year-old son's head and offer his hair as tribute if he recovers from whooping cough and convulsions. Unfortunately, the healthy young man is now 20 and in no mood to cooperate: "You had no business to pawn my scalp without consulting me." The hero of All Avoidable Talk is a clerk who learns from his astrologer that a period of bad luck will end if he can avoid saying anything that might give offense to anybody for one more day. Naturally the employee has nothing but grief...
...horse carts and street urchins, is still recognizably Dickensian. But the New York of Thomas Kelly's Empire Rising, set in 1930, is very much a 20th century beast: caffeinated, electrified, car and money and baseball crazy, with subways rumbling in its bowels and skyscrapers sprouting from its scalp. Kelly's hero, a good-natured Irishman named Michael Briody, is busy riveting together the skeleton of the Empire State Building, which at the peak of construction grew by a floor a day. Kelly devotes some great kinetic prose to his labors: "Briody steadied his legs and back and torso...
...much more smoothly. Finally, the ticketing system for non-student attendees was poorly publicized and inefficient. Many non-student revelers arrived at Ohiri Field only to be told to make the trek back to the Harvard Box Office; one entrepreneur nearly cashed in on the confusion and attempted to scalp tailgate tickets, but he was arrested (he also was not a student). Better communication and perhaps on-site ticket sales will be needed in the future to reduce headaches all around and ensure that alums and other partygoers are clear about what they need to participate in the festivities...
...quiet that turning the water on full blast would be offensive. My upturned mouth receives the slow drip of water from the showerhead and I swish it around, mixing it with the residue of Long Island ice tea. I can feel the grainy sugar slide from my scalp, down my sideburns, around my cheek, into my mouth. I’m tired, but I don’t go to sleep. I stand there, naked as the day I was born, laughing at the sweet taste of sugar...
...Water) when you're left stranded as shark bait. Try to wash out that feeling of dread by shampooing your hair (in the Japanese spookathon Ju-on: The Grudge). You begin to rub in the shampoo--and for a moment you feel a third hand, corpse cold, massaging your scalp...