Floating shapes and disruptive stripes would weave in and out of the posters, peeking out from behind activist-friendly cries like Philip Roth's, "Life is a complicated business fraught with mystery and some sunshine," and Albert Camus', "Should like to be able to love my country and love justice".
When Wedekind, discomfited, fled to a café, his tormentors pursued him, hailing him with friendly, if cryptic, cries of "Muttonhead!" and causing him to get caught up in a revolving door.
REPUBLICANS looking for a friendly shoulder to cry on in the coming months could do worse than look up their ideological cousins across the Atlantic.
Sometimes, we need a friendly shoulder to cry on when things get tough.
At dusk one night, an Islamic leader cried out "Allahu Akbar!" meaning "God is great!" And the cry was taken up across the city, until all across the Afghan capital, where the Soviets had supposedly secured their friendly government, the cry of jihad echoed over and over for hours on end across the night.
14,220 London families shunted beyond their local communities, friends, families and support networks—nannies, shoulders to cry on, friendly faces, sources of comfort, assistance and joy.
PLEASE HELP FIND MY DOUGIE!!" Wanted for Murder Head down to Mexico and live out your days in Margaritaville as a friendly beachfront-motel owner who cries when he's drunk.
Mr. Walcott's speech seemed intended to be a rallying cry before a friendly crowd, but the response was muted.
She was friendly and articulate, a far cry from the divalike portrait frequently painted by the news media.
Everyone was nerdy and friendly, which was a far cry from the sorority girl stereotype.
