Word: shrunken
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...trio handled unexpected turns of phrase with elegant subtlety. Besides maintaining a sweet, round tone throughout the tumultuous first movement, violinist Hope reined in his exuberance so as not to drown out the lesser tunes allotted to the cello, played with gusto by Antonio Meneses. Meanwhile, Pressler, a shrunken old man seemingly twice the age of his fellow players, continually reared his head from side to side to check on the progress of the strings, despite the fact that neither violinist nor cellist seemed to pay any attention to his paternal well-wishing...
...lesson of Osama - the shrunken, lower-case Osama - should have been one history had taught us already. Benito Mussolini seemed like a worthy member of the first Axis of Evil, until the country got a close look at him in the newsreels, comically soaking up the ovation of his people with his fists on his hips and his chin thrust out and that odd little party hat perched on his head. It was only then that we started to ask, Is this guy kidding or what? Nikita Kruschev was similarly supposed to scare the daylights...
...Steven Jens gets his hand on Cambridge’s helm on Election Day, he’ll head hard right. Locating himself between Libertarians and Republicans on the political spectrum, he stumps with a campaign of shrunken government, free development, and a staunch defense of civil liberties...
...Many laugh as they walk by, exclaiming like Garwin Y. Chen ‘03, “how weird!”. A few, like Emily Ludmir ‘03, question the overall effect of a Statue of Liberty likeness now sadly contorted and misshapen by shrunken balloons. Ludmir worries that “it almost seems like a mockery of patriotic sentiment” and Cami K. Lau ‘04 notes that “my friends and I were worried about what it represents now that it is all shriveled up?...
...passed a woman in a wheelchair the other day. In the bright afternoon sun, she was pushed along by a nurse who greeted me cheerily as the woman in her charge--shrunken to the size of a ventriloquist's doll--stared forward, as if examining the summer heat. She was clearly beyond making connections, so in a sense she no longer was a person. Yet I connected to her in her blankness, because potentially it was mine too, as it was Manchester...