Word: whiningly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...home, gentle-born Jenny, his wife, descendant of the Duke of Argyle, planned and scrimped and did not whine. "Len-chen'' (Helene Demuth), given to Jenny by her mother as a wedding present, slaved till the end of her life with little or no pay, while the Master was writing tomes about the exploitation of the working class. Friend Engels was at Manchester holding down a job and scheming how to get hold of more and more money. Marx's letters to Engels had one refrain: "Lend me?" Eventually Engels sold his interest in a textile business, settled an annuity...
...almost animate persistence the body moved with each stride, and gradually the round, blank silhouette again eclipsed the miniature skies through which she waded. Now her anger rose, and she splashed heavily through the water, shattering and dispersing its reflections. . . . The air about her broke into a shrill ominous whine, and a black cloud of mosquitoes enveloped her, settling like dust on head, shoulders, and legs. Involuntarily she struck out with both hands. With a heavy splash her burden fell from her back and commenced to settle slowly into the semifluid ooze...
...cobras they traipse about villages and towns. For an anna or two the charmer sets his serpent on the ground and blows through his pungi. The pungi is a bottle-shaped gourd with two reeds or bamboos inserted. One tube has finger stop-holes and emits a shrill penetrating whine. The other has no holes and gives out a drone. Snakes have no ears. But under their skin they have two primitive ear drums and through those the Indian snake feels the pungi's vibrations. And to them it wags its head like a tremulous dotard, puffing and belching...
Then a low whine of wind sounded across the water, quivered the palm fronds. Far out the sea turned frothy with whitecaps. The sun grew bloodred. The whine of wind became a scream and the sky shrieked. Roofs, bodies and trees were lifted like paper, scattered abroad. Over the shores rose the tortured sea. The sky was dark...
Artists, especially U. S. artists, more especially U. S. artists with radical theories, are often heard to whine and mumble because men with money, i. e., art patrons, prefer to buy the works of "old masters." These whining, muttering artists are to some extent justified. But what must have been their surprise, their delight mixed with dismay, to learn, last week, that an anonymous art patron, i. e., a man with money, had spent $41,000 for 32 of the works of John Sloan, famed extant U. S. painter, president of the ultra-radical Society of Independent Artists...