Word: sodden
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...poignant, subliminal dialogue that makes the audience hear what does not quite get said. A supple cast that obviously loves and understands the play gives it emotive depth. As Hogan, W. B. Brydon is a raffish, truculent blend of peasant guile and blather, while Mitchell Ryan's sodden, dandyish Jim Tyrone is a tarnished peacock straight from Old Broadway. Salome Jens, with hoydenish charm, discloses the vulnerable waif inside the intimidating woman. Director Theodore Mann has sensitively staged the play in fidelity to O'Neill's intent: Moon does not brighten the sky, but mirrors itself...
When the northeast monsoon begins pelting Con Thien with 20 to 25 inches of rain a month, the Marines and the enemy will both have trouble preventing their sodden fortifications from crumbling. Within three days last month, 18 inches of rain poured down on Con Thien, caving in foxholes. Continuing rains and Communist pressure last week closed the resupply route from Cam Lo-at a time when most of the CH-46 choppers used to airlift material were grounded for defective tail assemblies. The low monsoon clouds will hinder U.S. air strikes, but the rain will also cause problems...
...pouring rain, at a soccer field owned by a local Roman Catholic seminary (the government barred Graham from conducting his crusade in a public stadium), he spoke through a translator to a huddled crowd that represented more than one-tenth of Yugoslavia's 20,000 Protestants. A sodden banner proclaimed in Serbo-Croatian, "Jesus said: I am the way, the truth, and the life." Graham skirted politics on his trip, announcing "I am not a representative of any government. I represent the Kingdom of God." But he made several pointed references to the problem of believers living in "difficult...
Later they went into Lowell's chandeliered dining hall, the one that brings on images of sodden barons and trenchers stoked with legs of mutton. Someone was playing a Bach cello concerto...
Where Borstal Boy ended, Confessions begins: the teen-age I.R.A. demolitions expert, discharged from British reform school and launched on the short, sputtering, sodden, prison-checkered career that led down a hill to fame and death. It reads like a drunk shouting in a pub, happy as only such a man can be, and only half-remembering, not entirely clear in his mind what he wants to say. But the infectious Behan rhythm is unmistakable, and so is the Behan tongue. Mountjoy Prison, Strangeways Jail, bouts on the Left Bank, a party for a colleen celebrating her abortion, pimping...