Word: staccatos
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...obviously ready to blow up the truce if it possibly could. The European quarters of Algiers and Oran, the two biggest cities, were solidly in S.A.O. hands. Algiers, with 800,000 people, resounded night and day to the thud of plastic bombs and the rattle of submachine guns; the staccato European war cry of Al-gé-rie Fran-çaise! was answered by the shrill Moslem incantation of "Yn! Yu! Yu!" Oran, a city facing the sea but turned inward on itself like a snail, was once called "the capital of boredom." Now its 400,000 people (half European...
...faces were always his specialty. A John portrait began slowly, with a great deal of staring, circling about and staccato grunting. But once John had a grasp of his subject, the portrait would form almost on its own. Shaw, Dylan Thomas, Hardy and Yeats, lord mayors, marchese, duchesses, generals and politicians-all felt the pierce...
...chansons are about ordinary people who come to sad ends rather than bad ends. In Un Carbon Dansait, a slum-bred youngster dreams of being another Fred Astaire; Montand manages a brilliant satiric evocation of second-rate Astaire-the outflung white-gloved hands (without the gloves), the staccato rhythms tapped out on a walking stick like a hollow third leg, and the agitated centipede footwork interrupted with dazzling toothpasty smiles. The funniest number casts Montand as a feverish symphony conductor who snaps his baton, his Beethoven concert and his career in two to waltz off with a girl who cares...
...Lenin went into hiding to avoid arrest by the provisional government), Aurora (after the cruiser that fired on the Winter Palace), and the finale. Dawn of Mankind. The symphony avoids the dark colors and heavy textures of traditional Russian orchestral music; it recalls far better works in its sharply staccato rhythms and in the superb ingenuity of some of its string sequences. But not even as fine a technician as Shostakovich could conceal the general banality...
Characteristically, the style is staccato, bone-bare, oracular and dull. The format is uninviting; usually four letterhead-size pages printed to look as if they had come fresh from a typewriter. The contents often suggest the confidential whisper of a race-track tout. The cost can be incredibly high: as much as $125 a year for some 3,000 words a week-an annual total well below the word count in one average issue of the New York Times (185,000). Yet so insatiable is the public appetite for inside dope that in the few decades since its birth...