Word: stench
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...post-Watergate vacuum through which the American conscience presently drifts, it is increasingly difficult to be outraged by anything anymore. The moral corpse of the American myth, that Cold War belief that the U.S. was the guardian of liberty" the world over, has had so many autopsies that the stench of its decay no longer offends our senses--we are deadened...
...head has a rich sweet fragrance to it. Fat flies buzz inside its filmy bag. We leave 6-10 and head for West Yellowstone. By the time we get there, all the windows and air vents in the van are open. The elk's stench lies softly. At a fishing cabin Briggs rented last summer, we repack the van. In its bag, the head is baleful and timid, and I fondle it while unloading. Out of its bag, the head smells like a 2 a.m. urinal with broken plumbing and I kick dust over it. Briggs and I load...
...anglers came up with unsuitable catches. Frantic, the film company sent to Florida, and a 13-ft. tiger shark was flown up, packed in ice like a gourmet CARE package. The imported fish hung from a hook on the Edgartown dock for four days, sending up such a powerful stench in the hot sun that it quickly lost much of its curiosity value. Some townsfolk reciprocated later by depositing on Canuck and Brown's doorstep the moldering carcasses of sharks from local waters...
Ovens' Stench. The Hiding Place plunges Into perplexing religious issues, such as whether Christians should disobey the state and whether they should lie or steal to further a good cause. Most important is the age-old quandary of the existence of evil. One Ravensbrück inmate taunts Corrie by saying that a God who did nothing after smelling the stench from the extermination ovens must be either powerless or cruel. Corrie's reply is that "the same God that you are accusing came and lived in the midst of our world. He was beaten, he was mocked...
Adams is absolutely first-rate at making the reader feel the river mist on his face, feel the brush of wet leaves across the skin of arms and thighs, or smell the stench of a sodden bear. This extraordinary ability to evoke physical detail carries the book to whatever success it has. Where the author seems weak is in the sentimentality of his conceptions. These shape what is not meant to be a children's tale into a kind of pretentious adolescent bluff: a tragic chronicle of conquest, corruption and decline that dribbles off into happily-ever-after...