Word: zithers
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...Canadian (the surprising Ed Podivinsky) won silver and bronze medals in downhill after Moe, while a Russian, Svetlana Gladischeva, edged Italian Isolde Kostner for silver in the women's super-G. In the men's super- G, Markus Wasmeier, a Bavarian who likes to play Mozart on his zither, won the gold, beating Moe and Aamodt, who captured the bronze. The French were despondent when their favorites failed to garner medals, and L'Equipe, the national sports daily, struck back by calling Moe -- who had been expelled from teams as an adolescent for smoking marijuana -- a "little truant" and describing...
Repenting of her deed, Immergluck has sought advice of the giants, Offen and Besitz, and they tell her that she must procure the magic zither which confers upon its owner the power to go to sleep while apparently carrying on a conversation.... Immerglich calls to her side Dampfboot, the tinsmith of the gods, and bids him make for her a tarnhelm or invisible cap which will enable her to talk to people without their understanding a word she says. For a dollar and a half extra, Dampfboot throws in a magic ring which renders its wearer insensible...
...plaintive zither of The Third Man gives way to a sorrowful silence in The Human Factor. The development of Castle's motivation is a little thin; his fleeting interest in religious faith seems like a crack in the sidewalk that Greene is compelled to step on. Despite the title, compassion is not the novel's strong point. It is rather the author's bitterness and sense of inevitability about "the intelligent and the corrupt," the Mullers who talk calmly about final solutions and the agents who plan the murder of a colleague between mouthfuls of smoked trout...
...wide-eyed innocence through more than 50 years of changing features, and to Roger Robinson, whose five parts include both the piano player from Casablanca and Viola, the archetype of all comic maids. As Viola he is transcendentally ridiculous, bustling ever back ward and sounding alarmingly like a zither that is about to lose its strings...
...music comes last in this review and it shouldn't, for this concert is a collaboration of two soloists. David Moss's collection of instruments is highly visual as well as audible, some hung from a metal frame: drums, gongs, warped cymbals, pot covers, a Chinese zither. Further downstage stand three sonic sculptures: clusters of metal rods placed on hollow blocks which sound otherworldly when stroked or bowed. And Moss makes vocal sounds too: I thought he was just clearing his throat and settling into his funhouse of instruments before I realized the concert had begun. Paxton joins Moss...