Word: talling
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shadows behind the Speaker's chair, a tall, lank figure made his way to the front bench, flopped down, and put his long legs up on the table. Sir Anthony Eden was making his first appearance in the House of Commons since his collapse at the height of the Suez crisis. Some Tories put up a polite cheer. One or two rose but hastily subsided when they realized no one else was joining them. Other Tories sat mutely staring straight in front of them. The Labor benches kept a stony silence, leaving the Tory welcome starkly revealed...
...Sing Sing. A few days later Djilas was seized in his Belgrade home and sent to the prison Belgraders call Sing Sing. Early one morning last week granite-hard Djilas, flanked by two tall guards, was brought into Belgrade's Circuit Court, an austerely timbered room resembling a southern Baptist Church, where a panel of three judges sat under a large portrait of Tito. Smiling confidently, and nodding to his wife in the public benches, Djilas listened to the prosecutor read the indictment: "Milovan Djilas ... a Montenegrin . . ." Djilas interrupted: "Not a Montenegrin, a Yugoslav." Then the court was cleared...
...California one day last week, a green and white 1954 three-hole Buick sedan came to a gentle halt and an elderly couple got out. They were tourists, just passing by. The birdlike little woman chattered warmly to the counterman as she ordered weak tea. Her husband, a tall, stooped, somber man in a sports jacket, remained aloof. His heavy, bald dome wrinkled uneasily; his face drooped; his mouth was firmly shut. He folded and unfolded his big hands, cracking a knuckle occasionally and gazing, with utter absorption, at the garish, commonplace surroundings. His blue-grey eyes shone steady...
Slowly, slowly, the train glides, through states and decades, through dreams and reawakenings. The tall, stooped conductor keeps silent. He speaks of his native land on canvas, enriching a tradition that promises to achieve new greatness in the perspective of history...
Fifteen years after Pearl Harbor, Japan's new younger generation is tall (a statistical two centimeters taller than their elders), tempestuous and troubled. Like the pale young Parisians maundering in existentialism when the tide of war ebbed from the Left Bank, like the Teddy Boys of postwar London posturing on street corners in their shabby pseudo-Edwardian finery like pathetic barnyard roosters, like the slack-jawed worshipers of Elvis Presley and their spiritual ancestors in the U.S., the hootch-swilling hellions of F. Scott Fitzgerald's 1920s, the truants of Japan have no place to run but away...