Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm?--the unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all th...e varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Putting people in a room and strapping wires to their wrist to find out if I make them tingle when I'm telling them about Beirut i...s a long way from Edward R. Murrow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So you wish to conquer in the Olympic games, my friend? And I too, by the Gods, and a fine thing it would be! But first mark the c...onditions and the consequences, and then set to work. You will have to put yourself under discipline; to eat by rule, to avoid cakes and sweetmeats; to take exercise at the appointed hour whether you like it or no, in cold and heat; to abstain from cold drinks and from wine at your will; in a word, to give yourself over to the trainer as to a physician. Then in the conflict itself you are likely enough to dislocate your wrist or twist your ankle, to swallow a great deal of dust, or to be severely thrashed, and, after all these things, to be defeated.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The one-hand downward loose shake of weary relinquishment; the two-hand dramatic splash of amazed distress; and the "disjunctive" ...motion--hands traveling apart to signify helpless passivity. And in conclusion, very slowly, Pnin showed how, in the international "shaking the finger" gesture, a half turn, as delicate as the switch of the wrist in fencing, metamorphosed the Russian solemn symbol of pointing up, "the Judge in Heaven sees you!" into a German air picture of the stick--"something is coming to you!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The token woman carries a bouquet of hothouse celery and a stenographer's pad; she will take... the minutes, perk the coffee, smile like a plastic daisy and put out the black cat of her sensuous anger to howl on the fence all night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper-weight,... All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage, Desolation in immaculate public places,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Father told me if I could get my fingers to ballet the typewriter keys... to Nureyev the steno pad everything would be perfect.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
you show her the two hands that grip each other fiercely,... one being mine, one being yours. Torn right off at the wrist bone when you started in your impossible going, gone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You with the goo on the suction cup. You with your wires and electrodes... fastened at my ankle and wrist, sucking up the biological breast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »