Word: shrieked
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When Lehman Brothers calls up [Treasury Secretary Hank] Paulson, what do you expect them to say? "Gosh, I got to worry about my Maserati or my plane payments?" No. They call up and shriek about systemic risk. Come on. Investment banks have been going bankrupt for hundreds of years and the world has still somehow survived. This approach has never worked. This is what the Japanese did in the 1990s. They refused to let anyone fail. And they had zombie banks and zombie companies. The way the system is supposed to work is when we have bad times, the assets...
...awkward fumbling to find the sweet spot that turns on the reader and causes the door to yield. Worse yet, to do it with our wallet still in our pants requires a great deal of pelvic thrusting, prolonging the moment when, finally, our impatient rubbing provokes that high-pitched shriek of welcome entrance. More frustrating still is the ease with which our fellow schools have introduced such measures. To our knowledge, their devices all seem so much more sensitive, and unlocking doors doesn’t require nearly as much effort. Our cards make entrance more like a chore rather...
...sound dreaded by sleep-starved parents around the world: the piercing wail of a newborn demanding immediate attention. Yet last week all Japan seemed to be hanging on the phone to hear an infant shriek. The sound comes from a baby panda born June 1 at Tokyo's Ueno Zoo. Its plaintive cries were recorded, and can be heard by those dialing a special toll number. Word of the hot line caused pandemonium, and as many as 200,000 calls a day were logged. Zoo officials hope the baby's 226-lb. mother has become nimbler since last year, when...
...both pretty buzzed. He's telling me how he wakes up every morning at 5:30 to the hoots of a giant owl and how he climbs into his hot tub so he can hoot back, mesmerized by nature, like Tony Soprano and his ducks, when this alarm starts shrieking. Clooney, not a man of inaction, especially in a moment of crisis like this, stands on my dining-room table, unscrews a panel in the ceiling and, finding nothing, makes me go outside and carry a huge ladder with him up two flights to my garage upstairs-where he climbs...
Steven Pinker, Jane Goodall and Richard Wrangham sit on the tenth floor of William James Hall munching on Froot Loops. They shriek in unison whenever a stranger enters the room, and they poop all the time...