Word: whisperer
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Arab audiences revel in mellifluous oratory. Last week Egyptian President Anwar Sadat rewarded the Arab Socialist Union Congress with a first-class example of it. Mopping his brow often in a sultry hall, modulating his voice from whisper to thespian holler, Sadat delivered a largely off-the-cuff speech that was twice as long as any address delivered by his predecessor, Gamal Abdel Nasser, and every bit as dramatic. Excerpts...
...style of the Old Politics, Mrs. Westwood was confirmed without a whisper of dissent. Then McGovern offered his choice for vice chairman: Pierre Salinger. With that, Charles Evers, the black mayor of Fayette, Miss., challenged the nominee, insisting that former New York State Senator Basil Paterson, a black, be named vice chairman. After an awkward moment, Salinger withdrew his name from consideration, and Paterson was elected. It had been George McGovern's turn to feel the force of the New Politics. The incident may have been a mild caution for the nominee. As James H. Rowe, an old professional from...
...very likely to distress believers with any newfangled doctrinal notions. "The theological lodestar in this book," says Taylor in an anonymous preface to The Living Bible, "has been a rigid evangelical position." Mysteriously, halfway through the paraphrase, Taylor lost his voice, and still speaks only in a hoarse whisper. A psychiatrist who examined him suggested that the voice failure was Taylor's psychological self-punishment for tampering with what he believed to be the word...
...fact, dine at all, but kept his post by the bar, answering the honest and ridiculous questions of undergraduates without sign of boredom, resisting even the beckoning words of the young daughter of the host who leaned over the bannister above Mr. Mailer's head to whisper desperately "Dinner, dinner...
...Aslett is the ultimate in Victorian self-effacement. She never speaks above a whisper, and to call us to dinner--at one O'clock promptly--she rings a tiny bell. She spends much of the morning in the kitchen, making roly-poly puddings and custard, toads-in-the-hole, and blancmange. If I go through the kitchen about lunchtime the greed walls are sweating fiercely, little runnels of steam trickling down near the stove, and Mrs. Aslett shuffles around in her pink apron, flushed and almost cheerful in her work...