Word: chesting
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...minutes before curtain time, he enters the wings and begins exercising again. Then, as the curtain ascends, his forehead glistening with sweat, his chest heaving, he steps out into a halo of white light. Turning slowly, deliberately, he fixes his enigmatic gaze on the audience for one hypnotic moment, then begins to dance. And, like the sound of the sea, there comes the great rushing gasp of an audience enchanted...
...Look at me! Look at ME!" O.K., I say, I'll stand there and shiver with him rather than step out into the crowd and point, and laugh, or look a bit bemused and tut-tut to my neighbor. Because some big gas is building up in Mailer's chest, straining against his rib cage, straining to explode out any orifice into a dazzling fireworks of vision, or prophecy, or whatever those fireworks are that naked writers with gaseous insides hope to release in testament to their genius...
Then I say, maybe it is only hatred in Norman's chest. Maybe it is only a stockpile of frustration--the frustration of an ego that grows hungrier with every feeding, of a heterosexual in an era of pan-sexuality; frustration with language too meager to ciutch at ideas his mind is shaping, with mind too meager to clutch at ideas he'd like to shape, with creative ambitions that far exceed what greatness he can hope to claim, with material that will not yield its secrets, like rocky soil intractable to a battered plough...
...probably the best fighter, pound for pound, in the world-the perfect picture of destruction with his 42-in. chest, 26-in. waist, and smoothly lethal muscles. He can hit as hard as a drop hammer, and his hands are quick enough to pluck a fly in midair. But Welterweight Emile Griffith, 26, is a reluctant champion...
...black-haired moppet draws a picture of a heart on a fence and explains to the little boy: "One side is filled with hate and the other side is filled with love. These are the two forces constantly at war with each other." The boy clutches his chest: "I think I know just what you mean. I can feel them fighting...