Word: thunderously
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Geki apparently make their appeal to Eastern lovers of blood, thunder and lurid display. Their psychology seems about as complex, to untutored Western eyes, as that of The Perils of Pauline or Shenandoah. The actors produce sobs and choked voices as easily as did the rural players of the '905 when informed that the dour gentleman in hip boots was about to foreclose the mortgage. Principal among the actors is Tokyjiro Tsutsui of Kyoto. Osaka and Nagoya, who stalks about in the dark robes of "The Shadow Man" and finally commits harakiri with a four-foot knife...
...fray, they have no need to glance up but identify each Senator by the sound of his voice. Appalling to some is the mere thought of the number of Senatorial voices, otherwise forgotten, which Reporter Shuey may recollect in his dreams. Even in waking moments, he recalls the ponderous thunder of Charles Sumner of Massachusetts, the swift clipped words of James Paul Clarke of Arkansas "who could touch 210 a minute," the bitter snarl of Marion Butler of North Carolina...
...Papal thunder rumbled over Western Europe, set off sympathetic detonations. In Paris, the French Protestant Federation held a service, protested against Russian persecution. Present was Dr. Eulage, the Russian Orthodox Metropolitan of Paris. Grand Rabbi Israel Levy of France sent a representative. In London, the arch-Tory, arch-Anglican Morning Post conceded: "We shall not in this case complain if the Archbishop of Canterbury follows the lead of Rome...
...motionless in their stalls, slept in darkness. The smell in the wooden barns was a smell of hay, liniment and leather. Through these pleasant smells there drifted presently the acrid odor of smoke. A tall chestnut plater flicked his ears and stumbled to his feet, making a sudden muffled thunder in the darkness...
...flames were in the stalls now. The horses were neighing above the battering thunder of their hoofs. In the stable-yard a crowd of men ran about, shouting for water, making mad shadows in the light of flames. Joe Cavens, a jockey who had been suspended for whipping his mount's head in the homestretch of a race, ran three times through the stable door and each time came out with two race horses prancing beside him in an ecstasy of terror. At last his clothing caught fire; he beat it out with his hands and stood with the rest...