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Usage examples of whistler.

And then there was no summit, no Nertha, and no Whistler, save for his frantic trilling call pervading everything.

Whistler chuckled to himself at this response as he brought the flute to his eye and peered along it, swinging it slowly across the reddening horizon.

Wally Whistler, absentmindedly fumbling with the catch on the spring-leaf table.

He reported back to Whistler Ingliss - in Agro - and told him what had happened.

The Whistlers, two generations removed from the cribs, looked panic-stricken.

The range of discovery may be narrowed as it is in the art of Whistler or the science of a cytologist, or it may embrace a wide extent of relevance, until at last both artist or scientific inquirer merge in the universal reference of the true philosopher.

Yet whether the Whistler were real, or some bizarre figment of his imagination, his words were disturbingly prophetic.

Whistler, wearing a tall, Lincolnesque stovepipe hat, a black dustcoat and round opaque white glasses and looking like nothing so much as a cartoon, launched into a weird Star-Wars Cantina anthem at major decibels on his synthesizer.

And as an Eldest Drinker, Whistler, who paid well and ruled lightly, was a vast improvement over the late Nanny Eames, who had paid in lashes and ruled by fear.

Sitting cross-legged on a dolly was the little guy who was a legman for Johnny Whistler.

Hollywood, the glamour capital of the world, here is Johnny Whistler and his Movieland Report.

Whistler was returning, swelling against the perspectiveless background.

But then, as far as the Rastaman was concerned there was very little difference between Whistler and the devil.

Rockets and geysers and Roman candles, glittering anemones blooming in the sky, Aurora Borealis on a psychedelic trip, a thousand shooting stars streaking the night, dazzling trails of colored fire, ruby and emerald and amethyst dreams, aerial torches, blinding celestial fountains, man-made comets hurtling high, brilliant and bright, whistlers and screamers and hot colored streamers all raining down in a heated shower of riotous color mixed with glass, wood, and mortar.

I went that night, with Mary Kathleen on my arm, to hear Kenneth Whistler speak at the rally for my comrades in the International Brotherhood of Abrasives and Adhesives Workers.