Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Profoundest silence lay over all Turkey like a pall of death. Not a train ran. Not a boat sailed. Not an airplane flew. Not a factory hummed. Not a siren shrieked, nor a whistle blew. Men neither toiled nor did they sweat. In the cities the streets were deserted, except for a privileged few. Street cars did not run, shops were closed, automobiles were garaged. From Constantinople at the Golden Horn, along the length of the Bosporus, flanked by its minarets and white domes, diurnal scene of a thousand scurrying ships, all was silent as the graveyard...
...Englishman who is more than likely to be found in the creations of such froth blowers of the drama as P. G. Wodehouse and Frederick Lonsdale. For Messrs. Galsworthy and Ames he has turned murderer, and he goes through parts of the play, his normally immaculate countenance grimy with sweat and an uncut beard...
...room. With his large hand he dips up an eel from its greasy dish and conveys it drippingly to his mouth. He smacks his lips loudly, and washes the eel down with a deep tankard of Canary. . . . "Ben sleeps heavily, and awakes the next morning in a dripping sweat, but with brave notions. . . . He always writes under these conditions. His drunken, salty sweat seems to bring him inspiration." Thus Author Steele in what he calls a "poetically [in the Aristotelian sense] true conception" of Ben Jonson. There is no necessity to justify, as he attempts, fictionized biography; the public...
Reinhardt v. Kaiser. The year of Reinhardt's arrival in Berlin was a period of intense realism in the Teutonic theatre, when every dunghill and sweat bead in the dialogue found its concrete embodiment on the stage. His Imperial Majesty, Kaiser Wilhelm II, would have it so, having set his imperial face against the art of Painter Lieberman, Poet Hauptmann, Composer Richard Strauss, all of whom found life so harsh as to require art's illusion to make it bearable...
They drove their fists into each other savagely, scarcely bothering to protect themselves. Eighty thousand people, swarming around them in the night, bellowed with joy. They drove each other back and forth around their brightly lighted enclosure, grunting, snuffling for breath, dripping sweat and blood. Several million people, listening to an excited radio announcer at the ringside, rocked with excitement. It was, said the announcer, a furious fight, fast and even...