Word: nutting
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...link is underscored by the pulls and tugs on his loyalties, the presumptive European strain in his ancestry and the transreligion union between his Christian mother and Jewish father: "I, however, was raised neither as Catholic nor as Jew. I was both, and nothing: a jewholic-anonymous, a cathjew nut, a stewpot, a mongrel cur. I was--what's the word these days?--atomised. Yessir: a real Bombay...
...half session was cautious; he remembered to rein himself in. In fact, he joked about how careful he has to be these days, quickly and comically correcting himself (changing "grotesque" to "sad," for instance, to describe his recent media coverage, and calling psychologist turned politician Lenora Fulani first a "nut candidate," then the more euphemistic "candidate of limited public appeal...
...refusing to meet Dole and Gingrich face to face, Clinton brushed aside congressional calls to cancel a trip to Japan, where he is scheduled to attend an Asian economic summit this week. The President's trip may be shortened by two days, nut White House Chief of Staff Leon Panetta says that Clinton's foreign policy goals would not be "held hostage...
...shows his 16-year-old stepbrother Henry Pelham absorbed in reverie in front of a red curtain, his gaze slightly raised like a Guido Reni saint as he toys with a gold chain. The other end of the chain is attached to a tame flying squirrel nibbling a nut. Everything in the painting is a show of skill in illusion: the squirrel's pelt, the reflections and the thread of white highlight on the mahogany tabletop, the glass of water (to show how well he could do transparency), the boy's fresh, young skin...
...several V.C., and the rest fled. We approached gingerly. One man lay motionless on the ground, the first Viet Cong that I could definitely confirm we had killed in action. He lay on his back, gazing up at us with sightless eyes. The man was slightly built, had coarse, nut-brown features and wore the flimsy black short-legged outfit we called pajamas. My gaze fixed on his feet. He was wearing sandals cut from an old tire, a strip of the sidewall serving as the thong. This was our fearsome unseen enemy. I felt nothing, certainly not sympathy...