Word: pewterer
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...weatherbeaten, seafaring sort of man--leaned over, dipped his knife into the butter (which comes in little pewter buckets) and spread some onto his muffin. The muffin crumbled...
...girls flash their pewter colored flowing dresses and the men, hopeful boys all, hope for pranks. It always goes this way though the setting may change as Harvard Square, for all its unmoving garish architecture is changing below the surface. Club 47 perishes in a side street, Nini's has been sterilized. Even the Brattle, now a complex, is taking on the unmistakable unfriendly glint of the established money-maker...
...boys challenges him to a boxing match. The boy loses, gaining Poitier the final measure of respect. By the time that Poitier receives a job offer from a Midlands factory, the once hostile class has become a bunch of friendly natives who present him with a pewter mug-to "Sir," with love. In grateful tears, Poitier rips up the letter from the factory and prepares for a lifetime of turning hippies and chippies into grownups...
...last ten years of his life he was a flabby old Blimp with brandy jowls and a menacing pewter complexion. Plagued by insomnia and stunned by sedatives, he suffered intermittent hallucinations, persecuting voices, recurrent depressions. About a year ago he gave up writing almost entirely. And then last week on Easter Sunday, home from a Mass sung (to his crusty satisfaction) in Latin, he climbed the stairs to his study and died of a heart attack. His novels survive and will continue to survive as long as there are readers who can savor what Critic V. S. Pritchett calls...
...three suitors of Kate's sister Bianca, Frederic Warriner's Gremio is undeniably droll. Garbed in lavender and flaunting a yellow handkerchief, he is a crotchet subject to asthmatic wheezing. When Kate's father asks about his material wealth, Gremio so delivers the word "pewter" as to shower his prospective father-in-law with spittle...