Word: flutters
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Dates: during 1980-1980
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...consider punter Steve Flach. His average has hovered around the 37 yd. mark most of the year, but he has repeatedly come through with big kicks when Harvard has been in a hole. He has also had the somewhat unnerving experience of watching the ball flutter over his head on occasion because of high center snaps--the one area in which the specialty unit has proved inconsistent...
...loons flutter at the edge of the lake as only loons can, quiet and watchful, cautious, craning their necks and rolling their eyes at the merest hint of danger. Joe ignores the loons, they will die or disappear and he will live. He will go on the road, bear the blue yoke of America's heartland, deceive and be deceived, lose everything he has and keep everything he wants...
...part corny romantic comedy, part whoop-it-up action exploitation flick, and high-brow, somewhat pretentious anti-war statement (circa Vietnam) and quickie-metaphysical study of Paranoia, Art, and the old Illusion/Reality enigma. The Stunt Man's got it all, even those big, capitalized questions of Significance, which flutter like damp fortune-cookie slogans blowing around in the whirl wind of the movie's frenetic action. There is too much...
...pieces in Off Center. The McCall's article on the Moonies, for instance, opens with a paragraph as purple and swollen as a bad bruise. Sometimes Harrison's inspired chat turns to chaff--she goes completely gaga over Dick Cavett in a profile piece that is all flutter and giggles, just like the show. Occasionally we get the feeling that she is using words and criticisms for the sheer joy of being liberated, free to say what she wants...
...your people,/ Millions of us greet you/ On this your birthday/ Mother of our Queen." This defiantly wooden psalming was merely average Betjeman. Years ago, the death of King George V inspired the young Betjeman to a soaring metaphysical conception: "Spirits of well-shot woodcock, partridge, snipe/ Flutter and bear him up the Norfolk sky." Over the years, Sir John's verses have aroused almost demented indignation, but the laureate amiably dismisses his critics as "silly asses who don't understand poetry." He is partly right. Most of it, almost by some subconscious design, would make Hallmark cards...