Word: throat
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...paddyfield on the village edge, stretcher bearers brought in wounded for relay to Tsaolaochi. About a dozen men in various states of shock and pain lay on the ground. Fresh bandages reeking of alcohol seemed their only care-no plasma or morphine. They suffered stoically. A battalion commander, his throat and shoulder torn by shrapnel, retched helplessly. Another man had a broken ankle bare in the chill air, propped up on a wad of straw...
...picture's greatest merit is its memorable types: the inarticulate young girl whose frozen, dangerous fear seems to choke her like a stone lodged in the throat; the nurse whose own mind has worked loose in the buffeting, jarring atmosphere of the asylum and who now wanders through her ward, forlornly keeping imaginary records...
...girlish crush. In any case, she knew, immediately on seeing him at a summer playhouse in 1937, that she wanted him. She rushed backstage afterward, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. As Emery recalls it: "She damn near knocked my tonsils down my throat...
...repeated the still popular yellow-press hypocrisy that the aim of a foul story was not to please, but to educate the public; thus, the reader was expected to find a sort of Sermon on the Mount in a discussion of the murder of prostitutes "by mutilation, dismemberment, garrotting, throat-slitting and clubbing." ("I have a small collection of moral remarks," confessed one hack merrily, "all nicely cut & dried, and when I am at a loss to fill my chapter, I stick...
Indeed, the grosser the gore, the higher the moral standards. One sketch, showing a sprawling lady with her dripping throat slit from ear to ear, was indignantly rejected because her skirt was rucked up above one knee. And, from the start, profanity was simply not tolerated. When the eaters of Sweeney Todd's delicious pies were told that their mouths were full of human flesh, they delicately exclaimed: "Good gracious! . . . Confound...