Word: soundingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Hollywood sound stage, Fleet Admiral William F. ("Bull") Halsey, 76, peered through his thick-lensed glasses, did an approving doubletake. Object of his scrutiny: Cinemactor James Cagney, 54, his natural resemblance to Halsey startlingly enhanced by makeup, playing Bull Halsey in a movie titled The Gallant Hours, which will depict the Bull's role in winning the Battle of Guadalcanal. Said Cagney: "This film is a labor of love and gratitude to a man who, when the chips were down, performed...
...that a thin, vertical tie rod behind the stands was all that was needed to keep them in equilibrium. In Spain's Civil War, the Hippodrome was subjected to trial by fire-it was shelled and took 26 hits. But Torroja's structure survived, bedraggled but still sound...
...fine art. The art was born of an 1830 court decision, the "Prudent Man Rule." In settling a suit charging a trustee with negligence in investing in common stocks, the judge held that a trustee for someone else's money need only "conduct himself faithfully and exercise the sound discretion" in investments that a prudent man would. This meant that Boston trustees could prudently buy into common stocks, fear no suits from clients even if they lost every penny...
Much of the book uses reality merely as a springboard toward fantasy; characters may suddenly levitate or turn into werewolves. Also, there are boggy tracts that sound, and no doubt are meant to sound, like ads for Rosicrucianism ("large increments of love are released that are fermenting in the Fertile Void"). What emerges is an allegory on whatever the reader chooses-the perversity of man, the bright illusion of love, the red-eyed aurochs of war. Dotted throughout the book are moon-mad digressions-a plan to enroll farm boys in the Joy Scouts of America, hike them into Harlem...
...Itchy Gelden, peering in, fidgeting and scratching his crotch. 'Like I don't want to bug you man, if you're busy . . . Are we gonna blow some poetry, maybe?' . . . He shambled in, mumbling his little high-pitched murmurs, half-words, more for sound than meaning. Itchy scratched because he had no skin; he was open to the world as a turtle without a shell, sensitive to all the world's hurt and all the world's love...