Word: whisperer
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...Ropney's honeymoons were in an earlier age. But wait. A regressively cuddly, softening note sounded: "Nevertheless, snuggled in bed at night, that small voice inside still says, 'I want to be married.' " And it may even be all right, wrote Genelli, to heed that little whisper. Before she had finished with the subject, in fact, she had not only granted matrimony a grudging endorsement (after all, "for some but not all couples, legal marriage offers tax advantages"), but soared to a sort of Ann Landers altitude of uplift...
...vanished from television-a sweet, almost subliminal improvement in the moral atmosphere. No more candidates hagiographically displayed, saints mixing radiantly with the adoring throng; no more of those sarcastic prosecutorial voice-overs about the other guy, the pitchman's tone as low and urgent and insinuating as a whisper of Cassius in the ear. No more that tussling, scuffling sound of the reluctant national psyche being dragged on a leash toward a booth with curtains and a lever...
...Then a man sitting in a tree shouted something that made the crowd in Birmingham, Mich., laugh. A puzzled Reagan announced into an open microphone: "I didn't hear." Like a jack-in-the-box, Bush popped up to cup his hand around Reagan's ear and whisper what the tree sitter had said about Jimmy Carter: "He's a jerk." Reagan chuckled, and Bush sat down smiling, glad to have been of service...
...role in the TV series I, Claudius, Jacobi makes his debut at Broadway's ANTA Theater a thumping virtuosic triumph. He is unfazed even by the giant Junglegym of a set. Toward the end of the play, Senya pleads with the faceless state: "Give us the right to whisper." This production usurps the right to drone...
...caught a bus for Herat early the following morning. The passing desert landscape yielded camel's thorn, patches of purple and pale yellow flowers, and 28 charred metal wrecks-military trucks, armored personnel carriers and, to our horror, a bus. Again came the whisper: "Mujahidin. "After a Soviet guard waved us through one checkpoint, my relieved traveling companion grinned and gave the soldier a little farewell wave in return. This upset one of the Afghans, who fixed Marshall with a scowl-evidently taking him for a Soviet sympathizer-and ran his finger across his throat. Then, just as Marshall...