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...handlers worked over the boxers. as each stared in disbelief at his opponent across the ring. Farneti hit the bell off center and it responded with a tinny thud. The boxers' reaction was similar. They staggered to their feet and moved slowly to the center of the ring. The ol' pep was gone...
...noble idea leveled with a thud, see your nearest modern Bible. "Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher . . ." In one new version his words become, "A vapor of vapors! Thinnest of vapors! All is vapor!"-turning the most passionate cry in the literature of nihilism into a spiritual weather report. The new rendition may be a more literal expression of the Hebrew original, but at what a cost in grace and power...
...writes in a recent issue of Izvestia, the speedometer stopped working when he headed home to pick up his family. Next the engine went thud-thud: a connecting rod had broken and the car had to be towed back to its garage. The tow-truck driver told Parchamovsky to keep his foot on the brake to maintain a safe distance between truck and car. But when the Moskvich's brakes began to smoke, Parchamovsky took his foot off the pedal. At that instant, the truck braked abruptly to avoid a pedestrian. Result: one crumpled Moskvich right fender...
...country on other nights, the events would be duplicated. Students would be excited, but they would be given nothing to do. Yes, President Nixon would see that the campuses were not silent; but the sounds of empty words at teach-ins frighten him no more than do the thud and tinkle of shattered shopfront windows. Action alone impresses him-Eactionalized and paranoid, the Left has been unable to coordinate meaningful action. Marches and teach-ins and trashing readily attract participants; but they are not very meaningful. Only political organizing, performed diligently and persistently by an army of college students working...
...best in his human vignettes, as when he describes Mike, a dedicated radical, during an intramural baseball game, "running to catch a fly, face upturned, thick glasses mirroring fleecy clouds, beard flying in the April wind, an outsized cap cupping his flowing hair-and then the thud of the ball in his glove and the companionable cheers of men who didn't agree with Mike on one damn thing...