Word: silently
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...their feet an instrument case usually lies open. Listeners offer what they can-a few coins, flowers, a can of beer, a potato. A drunk once astonished a Boston musician by removing his trousers and donating them. Best of all are the "silent offerings" (noiseless folding green). The average take is $5 to $10 an hour, but talent and a good location can raise that to $30 or $40, and occasionally more...
...more silent and harrowing arena awaited the group in Auschwitz, not far from the city of Cracow. Here, in 1944, the killing machines operated with irrational efficiency. Even when the Germans needed rolling stock to bring their own wounded soldiers back from the front, the railroad cars of Auschwitz kept on rolling...
...script creates an exhausting round robin of ethical and personal conflicts for its hero. Should Tynan lead the fight against a racist Supreme Court nominee, or should he remain silent out of deference to an old colleague (Melvyn Douglas)? Should he carry on an affair with a bright Southern civil rights lawyer (Meryl Streep) or remain faithful to his equally bright and attractive wife (Barbara Harris)? Should he pursue his presidential ambitions or spend more time at home with his increasingly estranged kids? Not only do these dilemmas have the aura of the casebook about them, but they are also...
...loosened my grip, and let the desk slip out of my hands; its full weight tumbled down on Ron, taking him totally by surprise. Down the stairs he rolled, limb over limb, flailing and silent; the desk mashed his head against a corner of the wooden rail, ripped his expensive IZOD shirt. A docksider moccasin flew off his foot. Bleeding from the mouth, he pulled himself up in a huff. He fetched his docksider and put it back...
...Snicker) "A lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed for God knew what, and returning at dawn...