Word: whimperings
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...nasty campaign of harassment against Americans, Indonesia's President Sukarno has stopped their mail, scared off their servants, sacked their libraries and threatened to seize some $417 million worth of their property-all with scarcely more than a whimper from Washington. But Sukarno finally went too far: he began messing with New York World's Fair President Robert Moses, the Phurious Pharaoh of Flushing Meadow...
...continues to let things drift, said Lippmann, "I am inclined to think that American intervention will end, not with a bang but with a whimper. We ought to try for something better than that." Lippmann's "something better" called for nothing less than U.S. withdrawal, not only from Viet Nam. but from all of the Asian mainland. "It will be done as part of some much larger and more elaborate diplomatic proposal and action-one directed at something far bigger than South Viet Nam-at an Asian settlement from Siberia to the Himalayas, from the Mekong to the Yalu...
...tale. Its stagy business, and that of the Duchess of Combon de Triton, is to make her "appallingly stupid" cluke the first faithful husband in Spanish history. Her scheme is to win his compassion by feigning illness and his awe by submitting to surgical cures without anesthesia or a whimper. Some 30 agonizing operations later, the duke commits suicide. Now the widow, whose "only joy is to make others stay out of their own lives," can begin to "enjoy" her two children. "You may do what you want, but not before my death, which is quite near, I feel...
...passions, whatever the pressures, it is impossible for the stool-pigeon to be anything but loathsome. But dammit, I couldn't hate Carbone. He was too pitiable. Bill Seres--racing through his early speeches, throwing away the trivial lines in polished Strassberg style, and finally crying, with the whimper of his whole being for "respect"--suckered me into loving him. The secret hopes and anxieties locked within him, isolating him from his wife, from his fellow workers, were too human for me to resist. How could I bring myself to admit he deserved to die? I couldn...
...year fashioning his brilliantly distilled-libretto from Stuart Gilbert's translation of the novel, then found the music for his words in six more months. The score has only the merest wisps of melody, but the music achieves some deeply stirring and unnerving moments -as when an orchestral whimper mimics the creak of a shutter in an empty street...