Word: strangerness
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...doors, he was liable to be shot on sight as a guerrilla. Frantically he began knocking at the houses on Calle Poniente, pleading for shelter. No doors were opened. Instead, a frightened resident telephoned the police to report a suspicious character making a commotion. As the bearded stranger approached the door of No. 2031, he died in a fusillade of police bullets...
...secret through riddles about themselves. On "Time Out of Mind," an ode to drugs, they define being high: "It's the light in my eyes--it's perfection and grace--it's the smile on my face." Rock can live without such self-indulgent obscurism. "I was the whining stranger--a fool in love with time to kill," confesses Fagen in "My Rival," but he only croons, the love is self-love, and time is unfortunately flogged to death as we writhe, waiting for something to happen...
...Charles is out for the day,' Emma said, her voice full of playful implication. After the wine, they went for a stroll in the lovely French countryside. 'I've always dreamed that some mysterious stranger would appear and rescue me from the monotony of this crass rural existence,' Emma said, clasping his hand. They passed a small church. 'I love what you have on,' she murmured. 'I've never seen anything like it around here. It's so . . . so modern...
Lennon was no stranger to threats on his life. As early as 1964, at the first Beatles concert in France, Lennon got a note backstage that read, "I am going to shoot you at 9 tonight." He had only lately become accustomed to the freewheeling anarchy of New York street life: "I can go out this door now and go into a restaurant . . . Do you want to know how great that is?" he told the BBC. But friends remember him as being guarded both in public and around the few people he and Ono met during the long years...
Seated on the stage of Vanderbilt's Underwood Auditorium, simultaneously slicked up and rumpled in his Sunday best, he could pass for a stranger who got lost on his way to the Grand Ole Opry, Nashville's other landmark. His mouth has the patient downturn of one who has endured flood and drought, and can survive this occasion too. When he speaks to the overflow audience, resolutely ignoring the mike, his parched hills-and-hollows drawl has the rasp of red dust in the throat on a July afternoon...