Word: shrieking
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...After the initial climatic shock - it helps to remove as much clothing as you decently can - you find yourself surrounded by giant trees with twisted roots, rubber plants sprouting bell-shaped flowers, raffia palms, orchids and periwinkles. As you pass a large tortoise lurking under a fern and shriek at a fruit bat flying over your head, you may wonder whether you are still in Zurich. And that's how the zoo's director, Alex Rübel, intended it. Opened in June 2003, after a decade of planning and construction, the j33.5 million project boasts such high-tech features...
...After the initial climatic shock-it helps to remove as much clothing as you decently can-you find yourself surrounded by giant trees with twisted roots, rubber plants sprouting bell-shaped flowers, raffia palms, orchids and periwinkles. As you pass a large tortoise hovering under a fern and shriek at a fruit bat flying over your head, you may wonder whether you are still in Zurich. And that's how the zoo's director, Alex R?bel, intended it. Opened in June 2003, after a decade of planning and construction, the j33.5 million project boasts such high-tech features as light...
JOHNNY CASH His was not the rocker's shriek but the dark, deep voice of a man counting out his demons and his losses with the stoicism of a poker player dealt a bum hand. A look at his legacy...
...sing the country blues. Demons found him even when he wasn't looking for them. He dressed like a hip coroner and sang like a gunman turned Pentecostal preacher. His haunting songs perfectly matched his haunted voice. Rarely before Cash had a singer taken vocal pain--not the adolescent shriek of most rock singers but the abiding ache of a veteran victim--and made it so audible, so immediate, so dark and deep. Rarely, before or since, has a voice also shown the grit to express, endure and outlive that misery. His songs played like confessions on a deathbed...
...sound had been absorbed by the tens of thousands of devout Shi'ites gathered outside their faith's holiest shrine to listen to Friday prayers over the speakers. But then a louder sound rumbled down the lane and into the nearby square--the anguished shriek emerging from a thousand throats. Panicked worshippers charged into the square, their dust-covered dishdashas spattered with blood. "It's a bomb, a bomb!" screamed a man, his eyes wide with fear, his face pockmarked by shrap-shrapnel lacerations. "I think they have murdered the Syed...