Word: whisperer
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...soul of a blue machine -- an incorruptible, indestructible cop. Shoot him and he barely gets dented; bribe him and he turns you in. With a gait as clangorous as "Duke" Wayne's, he walks down the mean streets of tomorrow's Detroit, scaring felons with the cool metallic whisper: "Your move, creep." Who is this electronic enforcer? Flint Beastwood? Not quite. Because somewhere inside his mind's computer circuitry, images linger: of a smiling wife, of an adoring son, of the too human policeman he once might have been. Before he became . . . RoboCop...
...weak voice was just above a whisper. "We need help. Can you please help us?" Border Patrol Agent Stanley Saathoff turned a crank to unlock the door of a red Missouri Pacific boxcar sitting on a siding in the small town of Sierra Blanca, 90 miles southeast of El Paso. A naked young man threw himself into the startled agent's arms. "You've been sent from heaven," the man moaned...
Sitting quietly, almost motionlessly onstage, protectively cradling his six-string Hauser guitar, his left hand moving swiftly and smoothly across the frets, his right hand flicking the strings gently with its fingernails, Segovia was a picture of concentration. A Segovia recital was as hushed as a whisper, as rapt as a prayer. "If people have even a little understanding," he once said, "it is better to move them than to amaze them...
...fresh faces of James Madison High School in Vienna, Va., cheer him off from the sweet sweep of the South Lawn. The creaky jet still has some spirit as it thunders up through the gray clouds and is away. The Iran-contra mess seems to fade to a whisper, the deficits and the trade struggle to diminish magically. At 37,000 ft., the world looks green and serene, even manageable...
...writing a "highly ambitious feminist novel called Ever Since Eve." One son makes mobiles, "unrequested by the world," while his brother tries to crack the Manhattan film world of "lost young souls stoned on media, pounding the sidewalks and virtually (who knows? -- maybe actually) selling their bodies for the whisper of a promise of becoming an assistant grip's assistant in a public-television documentary on the African killer...