Word: earshot
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...salesman whose primary product is his own reputation -- as it was, in a sense, when he created EDS, the computer-services firm that made his fortune -- Perot hates adverse comment. He remembers the tiniest unintended factual errors by reporters and delights in haranguing them, and anyone else in earshot, about them. One can imagine President Perot keeping the White House switchboard busy all night tracking down out-of-town editorial writers to complain about errant sentences...
JAKE'S WOMEN. Neil Simon's most nakedly autobiographical play, opening on Broadway this week, is also his most acidly self-critical. His enduring subject has been the emotional isolation of the artist, and he has never been more acute -- but there is nary a redemptive one-liner in earshot...
...depends. Screaming, if you're in the lower tunnel in the bowels of Grand Central station and there's nobody around to hear you, does nothing more than aggravate the offender, and he uses more force. I've had women who have seen someone close enough -- perhaps within earshot -- and a scream and a kick in the groin worked to send the offender packing. I've never had self-defense training, but I've heard from many women that it gives them confidence about confronting the situation. Some have successfully talked people down from rape...
...fighting reflexes. The endless ululations of alarms in big cities fray people's nerves, inure them to noise and, on a deeper level, undermine their civic morale, their subliminal expectations. Crime, no crime -- the distinction vanishes in undifferentiated wailing and rage. The machine screams. The quality of life within earshot dies a little more...
Beyond the black steel spikes, tall forbidding trees and gimlet eye of a surveillance camera repairs this modern Circe: Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone. The air is perfumed with the sweet fragrance of a floating garland of fresh gardenias. She plies a visitor with strong drink and cunning smiles. Within earshot of the murmuring fax machine and the constant siren's whine of the telephone, Circe reclines in audience on a couch of golden threads, and speaks...