Up from the frozen street the music drifts:.
Gopnik, drawing on that thesis, calls early hockey "in part an improvisational game played on a frozen street, in part a brutal game of rugby played at high speed, in part a form of soccer on ice".
By Frances Frost The New Yorker, December 26 , 1931 P. 17Up from the frozen street the music drifts: View Article By Rebecca Mead By Anthony Lane By Atul Gawande By Jia Tolentino.
Instead, they have the quality of frozen street-corner conversation: she went out, saw something wonderful, came home to tell you all about it, and then, frustrated, said, "You had to be there," and you realize, looking at the picture, that you were.
As opposed to the fascistically frozen street-style snaps of The Sartorialist and others, these pictures are styled and plotted fictions but also affecting ones, depicting a pair of young black men taking ownership not just of the body and what goes on it, but also of the environment it moves in.
In the verse that begins with "I'm walking down a freezing street," the quality of the vocal sound, which had been sweet and intimate to this point, inexplicably grows metallic and thin, but then just as quickly reverts back to its former state.
Rain-colored clouds—houses, dematerialized hung heavy in the sky, and along Dume Drive stricken homeowners stood frozen in the street, like people at the end of time.
In one ruined neighborhood, homeowners stand "frozen in the street, like people at the end of time"; in another, citizens have organized their own fire brigades to protect the homes that are still standing.
Though by the end of the month, St . Petersburgwill be plunged into the coldest winter since 1941-42, whundredsreds of homeless people were found frozen in the street each day, it is now warm enough that I can leave my long underwear, woolen hat and bulky sweater in my suitcase.
Credit markets might be frozen and Wall Street might be on the ropes, but Warren Buffett Warren Buffett is on a shopping spree.
There was something magical about stepping off the freezing, chaotic streets of the city and settling into a velvet upholstered seat, a million-crystal chandelier twinkling overhead, the balconies crowded with older perfumed women swelling with cultural aspiration and sitting with their adorable pigtailed granddaughters.
