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...although the Kennedys were too close together to be called dynastic. The denouement of his dream was especially bitter for a man whose tough pride in name and faith in success amounted almost to hubris. For most of the decade of his sons' triumphs, he was paralyzed and speechless following a stroke the year after Jack's inauguration...
...dwells on Wolfe's eccentricities: abhorrence of physical activity (especially any prospect of having to leave his Manhattan brownstone on a case), relish for properly chilled beer (12 bottles a day), reliance on significant small gestures ( a tiny circle traced on a desk top with one finger indicates speechless fury). Wolfe's associates are brightly sketched, notably his slangy, hard-boiled legman Archie Goodwin, whose active role in and narration of Wolfe's Holmesian episodes ties them also to the U.S. tough-guy school of Hammett and Chandler. Even such quirks as Wolfe's penchant...
...overall effect, however, was not the stimulation of fuller debate. The hecklers' chief accomplishment was generally to disrupt meetings and render the candidates momentarily speechless. Wallace alone found a use for the barrackers. He pointed to long-haired protesters as "anarchists," as exemplars of the breakdown of order and respect. When the hecklers booed, Wallace bowed and blew them kisses. "They got me a million votes," he said, adding that he needed the hecklers; silence caused him to flub his lines more than once. But late in the campaign he ran into a reverse form of hectoring. Lank-haired...
Hoping to get recession-wary shoppers to spend more, Schiller recently ordered a minimum 6% wage-increase guideline, calmed outraged employers by pointing out that productivity was rising at a 7% rate. Union leaders, conditioned to 4% and 5% wage pack ages, were speechless-but only for a while. Now they want...
...unlike the 10:03, is low-key at first. Hundreds of theatregoers stream on to the sidewalks of Boylston Street, bleary-eyed and speechless. Soon they stop yawning long enough to engage each other in conversation. A bald, middle-aged man with spaghetti sauce stains on his wrinkled white shirt turns to his wife and says, "We spent $7.50 to see this thing, so we're going back inside, and we're going to stay until someone rapes the redhead...