Word: shapelessly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Shortly before noon today the bodies were removed to a mortuary. Mussolini and Petacci were dragged like sacks of grain into a high-walled courtyard. Men, women & children followed, climbing the brick wall and peering over at the shapeless pulp that was the Duce's face. The people's temper, as though satiated, seemed calmer now. "At last, it is finished," said one quietly. "He was punished...
Somewhere along here the discussion ended. When last seen, Miss Stein, in her shapeless russet coat and little brown hat mashed onto her head, was shaking hands with the Bronx soldier who had tried to object. He was still glowering...
...nine-minute newsreel taken by Navy, Coast Guard and Marine Corps cameramen of the fiercest fight in Marine Corps history, is worthy, or almost worthy, to rank with such great war records as With the Marines at Tarawa (TIME, March 20, 1944). Shot chiefly on a terrain as shapeless as an ash-heap, as mortally featureless and cryptic as the flank of Captain Ahab's White Whale in their ultimate engagement, it lacks the relative coherence and clarity of most of its predecessors. It demonstrates, in fact, more clearly than any previous film, that war in its crucial essence...
...goings on in Thurber's deceptively casual cartoons range, from the neurasthenic to the pathological. But, like a psychic distorting mirror, they reflect reality-well-locked in the subconscious though it may be. Little boys bite little girls; men hear seals barking in the middle of the night; shapeless women spring into rooms crying, "I come from haunts of coot and hern." Doctors abandon restraint ("You're not my patient, you're my meat, Mrs. Quist...
...snobbery over having his ancestral home occupied by a bunch of "elderly . . . slightly deformed [school] mistresses" dressed in wartime "utility non-crease . . . ready-made dresses of a kind of fine sacking in shades of puce [and] dirty tomato'' -to say nothing of the Cockney girls "in shapeless purple flannel blazers [and] pudding-bowl grey felt hats." The Squire and his family wondered what the world was coming to. "Poor Harefield is practically in the hands of the Jews," muttered the Belton son-&-heir. "There won't be a single gentleman in the Cabinet in five years," groused...