Midprice tickets, mine was £ 29.50 and hardly even restricted; it’s neither Ibsen nor a celebrity star-signed crossgender Shakespeare but just screechingly camp fun. A hundred solid minutes of rackety torch-songs, rejecting all seriousness with relentless, merciless gags . Perfect if you ...
A screeching halt, that’s what happens. No one is going to get carried away by your verbiage if they have to stop and process what’s happening. And this iswhat I imagine when I see “gaze” used that way: The gaze is the invisible line between your eyeballs and whatever you’re ...
And let us not forget the talk; unprecedented vocal signalling by land critters, the screeching, squawking, cackling, cawing, bellowing, braying, barking roaring, hissing, howling, growling, chortling. High on the sound register the carolling of song birds and human communication, I wonder at t...
We flashed past an intersection, swung to avoid the lights of another car that skidded around the corner with screeching tires, and then we seemed to be rocking back and forth, whizzing through the air. It was as pretty a piece of driving as I have ever seen. Jean Ellery had come ...
Around 2006 the glacier retreats came to a screeching halt, thus stabilizing the ice sheet mass wastage and putting a lid on the typical alarmist's refrain that the Greenland ice sheet was disappearing. What stopped the glaciers melting? It was a natural, climatic negative feedback that took...
Is there no poetry in the bustling, will-less retinue of cars that follow, screeching and clattering with unmistakable surety, the steel and iron embodiment of will? — Max Eyth From 'Poesie und Technik' (1904) (Poetry and Technology), in Schweizerische Techniker-Zeitung (1907), Vol 4, ...
(Cue:severe mommy guilt for missing her Gymnastics Showcase). Then we had Ethan’s baseball pictures at 9am and game at 10am. The game went into extra innings, because I wasn’t stressed enough about the schedule, and we came screeching into the garage just minutes before Ethan’s ...
Is there no poetry in the bustling, will-less retinue of cars that follow, screeching and clattering with unmistakable surety, the steel and iron embodiment of will? — Max Eyth From 'Poesie und Technik' (1904) (Poetry and Technology), in Schweizerische Techniker-Zeitung (1907), Vol 4, ...