Word: scrunchings
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...British that by comparison with her, even John Bull himself seems the son of a miscegenetic marriage. She is the fresh-air fiend in sensible shoes who parries with her nose and charges with her chin. She likes to scrunch into wicker chairs and sniff sea air. She has average tastes, nonexotic pleasures. Every day at precisely 11 a.m. and 3:30 p.m.-right in the middle of a movie set, if that's where she happens to be-she has hot milk and buttered biscuits. She needs this sustenance as much as a lush needs booze...
...Scrunch, Twang. Already the shopping center has begun to replace the courthouse square as the center of the community's cultural and recreational life. In many a new suburban center, auto-borne families are taking advantage of a busy schedule of attractions-pop concerts on the mall, choral recitals and amateur plays in a center-provided auditorium. The rattle of bowling pins is accompanied by the scrunch of ice skates, the twang of archers' bows. There are fashion shows, cooking schools, art shows, and folk-dancing classes. Now the movie theater operators, who have been shuttering one downtown...
...pressed the instrument to the center of my forehead and rotated the handle . . . There was no particular pain as it penetrated the skin and flesh, but there was a little jolt as the end hit the bone . . . Suddenly there was a little 'scrunch' and the instrument penetrated the bone . . . there was a blinding flash . . . The Lama Mingyar Dondup turned to me and said: 'You are now one of us, Lobsang. For the rest of your life you will see people as they are and not as they pretend to be.' It was a very strange experience...
...touch on the starter, the motor roared, then settled into a gentle rumble. The odor of warm oil, warm metal filled the crowded tank; then the steady, rhythmic, lulling scrunch of the gears. Behind the motorized infantry, the motorcyclists, the trim anti-tank guns, the 68th moved into line, went past The Old Man at 20 m.p.h. Sergeant Pullen drove like a virtuoso, keeping his tank dressed with the four others on his left, watching the field for holes or stumps which would give him and his men a bashing blow against the steel walls...
...officially confirmed, that Joseph Stalin early last week heard for the first time some of Shostakovich's music, then translated his personal reactions into the lashing Pravda editorial which called the Red Genius' works "muddle instead of music, fragments of melody dissolving into a general roar, scrunch and scream...