Word: codas
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...Tyson added a cryptic coda later on in some comments that were distributed to the media pack by a pool reporter. The once-upon-a-time champ and fright figure explained the mutual-politeness pact between himself and Lewis by comparing it to the pigeons he now keeps in his spare time. They would scrap ferociously until they were fed, he said. Then they became placid and still. Intentionally or not, the metaphor carried over to the ring, where the issue had been joined and resolved, and the eight-figure purses enjoyed by both fighters had surely sated their appetites...
...MULHOLLAND DR. David Lynch made the first 90 min. of this sexy thriller as a TV movie. When it didn't sell, Lynch added a coda that sends his characters into the weirdest Wonderland, as if Twin Peaks were to morph into Blue Velvet. It's not all intelligible, but it's always fabulous. Like the Coen brothers' excellent The Man Who Wasn't There, Lynch's laugh-scream of a movie dwells lusciously in the Kingdom of Noir. It ransacks old-movie style to create an avant-movie nightmare...
...Mulholland Dr. David Lynch made the first 90 min. of this sexy thriller as a TV movie. When it didn't sell, Lynch added a coda that sends his characters into the weirdest Wonderland, as if Twin Peaks were to morph into Blue Velvet. It's not all intelligible, but it's always fabulous. Like the Coen brothers' excellent The Man Who Wasn't There, Lynch's laugh-scream of a movie dwells lusciously in the Kingdom of Noir. It ransacks old-movie style to create an avant-movie nightmare...
...Both articles have featured a variety of comments and anecdotes from people who knew Denny. Given the pressures of time and the difficulties of deciphering the vast web of affection of which Denny was the center, however, we believe that the news articles have not provided a proper coda to our friend’s life. We therefore submit the following brief and woefully inadequate addendum...
...maybe third graders, running exultantly up Hudson Street, their arms raised high, grins stretched wide, singing, ?We won! We won! We won! We won!? Who, I wondered, could dare to be happy these days, and why? In reply to my quizzical look, one of the girls ad libbed a coda to the song - ?We won! We won! Our soccer game today!? - and disappeared with her teammates around the corner of Jay Street...