Word: teethe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...muscle relaxant succinylcholine, for example, can be injected into the robot's body, and will cause twitches in the neck area the way it does in humans. The robot's teeth are bedded in such a way that too much pressure on the anesthesiologist's equipment can knock them out. At operation's end, Sim One opens its eyes and blinks-if all goes well. If all goes badly, Sim One "dies...
...Thornton Wilder's total literary output is small-six novels, four full-length plays. But if it is not a three-foot shelf, it bears witness to an original mind and a remarkable skill-The Skin of Our Teeth, Our Town and The Bridge of San Luis Rey are genuine American classics...
...vital particulars. It is as if, viewing events from Olympus, Wilder sees the marvel of life but not the movement. The people of Coaltown, U.S.A. -Everytown, Universe-love, falter, hate, do good and deal in injustice, and carry on through eternity, still hanging on by the skin of their teeth, improving themselves a little as they go. In an old-fashioned mixture of Christian teaching and evolution, Dr. Gillies, Coaltown's resident philosopher, explains that each of the seven days of God's creation represents millions of years and that the present represents only the beginning...
...audiences to the sight of a man's naked backside, what are the prospects for a frontal confrontation? A deadserious playwright (George Grizzard) with integrity fever wants to stage precisely that. In the opening scene of his play, a man will be offstage in the bathroom brushing his teeth. His wife, in the adjoining bedroom, calls out something. Suddenly the man appears, stark naked, toothbrush in hand, saying, "You know I can't hear you when the water's running." According to the playwright, this will trigger a "shock of recognition" in the audience, penis pity, perhaps...
Consider the ears. Saturday night is the night for virile sounds: sports cars roaring like motorcycles, motorcycles roaring like sports cars, boys and girls laughing with their teeth together. You would laugh too if you didn't avoid the Square Saturday night and creep up Mt. Auburn Street or sneak by on Brattle Street. Come, come behind the pillar and watch the three girls, now in a red Sprite. Too bad girls, the light is green and you have to ride straight through. These things, you know, are a matter of timing...