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...turbine. Next moment, with a hollow whoom, a great yellow flame leaps out. It cuts back to a faint blue cone, a cone that roars like a giant blowtorch. The roar increases to thunder as the turbine gathers speed. Then it diminishes slightly, masked by a strange, high snarl that is felt rather than heard. This is "ultrasonic" sound (a frequency too high for the ear to hear). It tickles the deep brain, punches the heart, makes the viscera tremble. Few men like to stay in a test room when a jet is up to speed...
...passenger in such a plane (the Lockheed TF-80C is the only two-place fighter-type jet in the U.S.) is an oddly soothing sensation. The cockpit is remarkably quiet for a military airplane. Little engine noise gets into it; most of the roar and snarl is blown back with the wake. The air ducts grumble below the floor; a ventilator hisses. When the plane is up to speed, the airstream rushing over the canopy makes a moderate, roar. There is hardly any vibration. Experienced pilots say that the plane handles "like a kiddie-car." When it makes...
...rest was just a mopping-up operation. By the end of the first round (in which Zale knocked him sprawling with another left), bewildered Rocky was dazed and bleeding. Through the second round, Rocky snarled savagely, but it was the snarl of a wounded animal. At 1:08 of the third round, Zale landed the knockout blow, another sizzling left. Rocky fell flat on his back and lay very still...
...Brothers (Rank; Prestige) is one of those "stark" dramas about people very close to nature, in which strong men snarl at each other over a morsel of feminine flotsam (Patricia Roc), primitive passions are stripped to their G-strings, simple folk lap up their liquor as avidly as so many intellectuals, and the dialect is as hard to get through as a barbed-wire entanglement...
...French frontier guards lifted the striped barrier across the Bidassoa River bridge at Hendaye. At 8:20 next morning, the de luxe Pyrenées-Côte d'Argent Express pulled into Hendaye station. And there the glistening blue cars sat for four hours, caught in a snarl of bureaucratic red tape. Paris had forgotten to order the Hendaye station master to let the train through, and he liked to have his orders. Sixty of the passengers, members of Milan's La Scala Opera, volubly wondered if they would get to Lisbon in time for their performance...