Word: throatedly
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...Half the magazine was given over to fiction, light verse and criticism. The rest was primarily the colonel's own leering, impertinent gossip. ("Mr. Henry Sloane has been looked upon as a complacent husband who wore his horns too publicly." "Miss Van Alen suffers from some kind of throat trouble-she cannot go more than half an hour without a drink...
...about the same time, a pathologist named Langreuter scooped the brains out of corpses and, throwing a strong light down the throat from above, made definitive studies of strangulation. In 1900, Germany's Paul Uhlenhuth solved a problem that had vexed the authorities since the days of Joseph's coat: he discovered a chemical means of discrim- inating human from animal blood. The mysteries of blood coagulation were then elucidated-the blood of a person who dies suddenly, it was discovered, coagulates rapidly, but then, for no known reason reliquefies. The pathology of rape was explored-semen, somebody...
...great cheer went up from the kids lining the "main street." I grinned from ear to ear in the darkness as the kids cheered, that sound seemed to make the whole two years worth while. Fifteen minutes later, of course, I wanted to grab the same kids by the throat and throttle them one by one because they made so much noise you could barely hear a word of the film. The chief, a slightly addled old man, white-haired, with a rasping voice, stamped out in front and tried to shout down the noise, with little success...
...results were as confused and kaleidoscopic as the process itself. Across from the lavish Hotel Indonesia, a sign showing a jowly Uncle Sam with a dagger at his throat had quietly disappeared. "It was the wind," explained grinning Indonesians. Near the reeking kali-kali (canals) off Merdeka Square, Moslem youth groups in straw hats drilled where young Communists once sang their favorite anthem: America, Satan of the World. Through the capital's dusty, palm-studded streets, army patrols quietly rounded up minor Red officials and led them off to secluded firing squads. And on walls, fences and curbstones blazed...
...Gasping and roaring like a wounded animal," Rasputin still had enough energy to try to choke the prince. Like an actor in the TV play he disapproved of, the old man dramatically clutched his own throat in demonstration. After that, the dying monk staggered into the courtyard, where he showed remarkable stamina by surviving four more bullets before the prince beat him to death with a club and the plotters tossed the corpse into the ice-filled Neva River...