Word: sullenly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Black reporters allowed into Soweto last week (whites were still barred) said that people were shocked and sullen, aghast at the death toll and destruction of most of their social facilities and schools. "They may not challenge white authority openly again for some time," said a black businessman, "but they will never forget what has happened. Their anger is now deep and permanent. Unless the whites change their policy, there is bound to be another explosion-and another and another...
...Americans owe allegiance to George III? The author calls him "the royal brute of Great Britain" and a "hardened, sullen-tempered Pharoah." Do any monarchs have a hereditary right to rule their subjects? The author argues that dynasties are founded by "nothing better than the principal ruffian of some restless gang." Does America depend on Britain for safety or prosperity? Only in "the credulous weakness of our minds." Would it be better to delay? "Every thing that is right or reasonable pleads for separation. The blood of the slain, the weeping voice of nature cries, 'TIS TIME TO PART...
Master of Ceremonies Archibald Absalom Wellington, smooth as a dagger and just as menacing, introduces his sullen, smoke-eyed cast. Deodatus Village is a half-dressed epitome of black buckdom. The strumpet he struts for is whore-cum-ballet-dancer Stephanie Virtue Secret-rose Diop--"Virtue" for short, which neatly sums up the situation. The curate Diouf pleads for passive religious acceptance; Felicity Trollop Pardon shrieks "Dahomey!" and "Africa!" with an epileptic frenzy; Augusta Snow says little and wears anger like a nimbus round her pout-mouthed head. Genet further burlesque's white perceptions of black names by dubbing...
...eclectic crowd--but in reality just another boring bash. In our trash was the spoor of the Saturday night regulars: a tiny contingent of Third World people, a handful of Wellesley women, a pride of preppies, and a torrent of ordinary white people either glued to the walls in sullen observation or flailing rhythmically in intoxicated syncopation. What they had left for our brooms at four a.m., besides the beer cans and cigarettes, we did not stoop to inquire: some hair, a shred or two of clothing, bits of fingernail, and even blood perhaps...
...soon they are fleeing Mussolini's police across the countryside of northern Italy. While hiding is a railroad depot they are captured, and the fascist official leaves the pair in a workshed under the guard of two railroad workers while he fetches more help. To Marlow, the workers look sullen and threatening, but Zaleshoff begins loftily addressing the older one as "comrade" and humming obnoxiously. Suddenly he lashes out to knock down the younger worker, while the older guard just stands there and lets them escape. Marlow is confused until Zaleshoff later explains that he had noticed a tiny scar...