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...plastered her dressing room with pictures of the star (whom she actually resembles), rehearsed while a phonograph played mood music of the '203. For sad scenes, an accordionist played Poor Butterfly. But in the picture, Kim proves more kitten than tigress; her tempests rattle not even a teacup. Happily for her admirers, this indifferently fictionalized cinememoir reveals more of Kim than ever before; shedding for a midnight dip with her lover (Jeff Chandler), or wiggling proficiently through a hootchy-kootchy dance in the carnival he runs, she shows that her extraordinary complexion is just as good all over...
...amount of immunity can save him from falling for Fawny May, a cotton farmer's daughter. Trouble is that Fawny is a born homemaker. Looking at the rich soil around the deserted house she wants them to buy, she exclaims: "Plant you a teacup handle here, next dinnertime you'd cut a set of china." Uncle Chunk has long since warned Polk: "A rolling stone don't gather no mortgages." So off they roll, to the Southwest, to California, wherever a crop is making. Author Williams' world is an inevitable reminder of John Steinbeck...
With the delicate, fragrantly bland character of a pot of jasmine tea (which isn't everybody's dish), India's exotic Nehru poured himself-rosebud and all -into the nation's teacup, there for all to sniff and sip. After leaving Ike, he drove to the National Press Club to face Washington's tough newsmen, was introduced irreverently as "the mystical man in the middle." His 45-minute performance was admirable: deft, quiet, elusive, charming, and at times, productive: Items...
...cockney to fluting aristocrat, she is raucous as she squawks her indignation at the rude Professor Higgins, touching as she manfully struggles with a mouthful of marbles (when she swallows one, Higgins says cheerily: "Oh, don't worry, I have plenty more"), uproariously funny as she balances a teacup opening day at Ascot and betrays her elegant new accent with hopelessly vulgar reminiscences of her aunt's influenza. ("My aunt died of influenza, so they said, but it's my belief they done the old woman in ... My father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Then...
...reading for women. It is one more study in the strange and terrifying fissures that scar the once sturdy heart of the British middle class. The means employed are female. Yet the reader with an attentive eye can see, as did Poet Wystan Auden, how "the crack in the teacup opens a lane to the land of the dead...