Word: throbs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...sure I never knew it wasn't toney any more to say toney." And he preaches, "Let us confess our belief: our deep, our religious belief. The great eternity of creation does not lie in the spirit, in the ideal. It lies in the everlasting and incalculable throb of passion and desire." On their way across the Alps and toward Italy, Johanna has sex with a young man who has temporarily joined their party, just as Frieda did under the same circumstances in 1912. Shortly after this incalculable throb, Mr. Noon abruptly ends...
...color, we would say it comes in a thousand shades, from vivid reds to somber browns. There is the quick, flashing smart of a ringer scorched by a flame or the grinding torment of the dentist's drill striking close to a nerve. We all know the dull throb of a stubbed toe that sends us hippity-hopping from foot to foot in search of distraction. And many have felt the pain that cuts deeper: the gut-clutching agony that we awaken to after surgery...
...quick six-day tour of the province, for an oldtimer, is a delight. The small towns throb again, their booths full of sweets, cookies, housewares, clothes, textiles, flower pots and flowers. In big cities like Chengdu and Chongqing, the huge food markets overwhelm the eye with food that can be bought without coupons. Hogs come squealing to market in wheelbarrows, on tractors, even lashed to the backs of bicycles, then reappear in the markets as huge slabs of pink-and-white pork. Peasants bring in their wives' squawking chickens, eight to a basket. Down the market lanes peasants sell geese...
...lunch of steak, corn on the cob and strawberry shortcake. They have an intense curiosity about the White House and Presidents, about the center of a power structure that binds them and shapes their lives but that most will never personally hear or see. As nuclear engines throb quietly below the waves, they ask questions about the actions of Kennedy, Nixon and Carter. Perhaps they are too polite, or too young, to wonder out loud if Ronald Reagan knows what he is doing in this dangerous world...
...hours pass and despite going late to bed and the throb of stubborn hangovers, hundreds of undergraduates drag themselves to chapel Sunday morning, signing little white cards at the door to prove they've been there to get credit...