Word: slouchingly
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...true reason, I suspect, was fear of the Board of Overseers itself. For 100 years the Board has been a polite, compliant group, quietly rubber-stamping the administration's decisions. President Eliot--no slouch when it came to gathering power for the administration--said that the Board should maintain an attitude of suspicious vigilance toward the Corporation. But this vigilance was relaxed and relaxed, and the Board went to sleep...
...world stills, for the longest time. Then, at the edge of sleep, hyenas come to giggle and whoop. Peering from the tent flap, one catches in the shadows their sidelong criminal slouch. Their eyes shine like evil flashlight bulbs, a disembodied horror-movie yellow, phosphorescent, glowing like the children of the damned. In the morning, one finds their droppings: white dung, like a photographic negative. Hyenas not only eat the meat of animals but grind up and digest the bones. The hyenas' dung is white with the calcium of powdered bones...
...they are dead weary . . . Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion. On their shoulders and backs they carry heavy steel tripods, machine-gun barrels, leaden boxes of ammunition. Their feet seem to sink into the ground from the overload they are bearing. They don't slouch. It is the terrible deliberation of each step that spells out their appalling tiredness. Their faces are black and unshaven. They are young men, but the grime and whiskers and exhaustion make them look middle-aged . . . All afternoon men keep coming round the hill and vanishing eventually over the horizon...
...Even in classes," adds Dewitt, "you get out of them what you put into them. If you really work at it, you can improve or you can slouch through your classes and not get any better...
Andrew Wyeth painted landscapes of this bucolic stretch of Pennsylvania, but could he ever have imagined these small, warped figures inhabiting them? Brad Whitewood Sr. (Christopher Walken) runs a scuzzy gang that makes millions breaking into company safes and hijacking tractors. His estranged wife and her mother slouch around their dreary house staring at TV. Brad Jr. (Sean Penn) is searching for something worth spending his teenage energy on: maybe his lay-about friends, maybe that cute 16-year-old he's just met (Mary Stuart Masterson), maybe the toxic dream of emulating...