franticness

"About taking the franticness of the city - the experiences, the sounds - and just putting it out there for people."

The last please did it, an element of franticness.

That should take the edge off any franticness.

We burst out upon a world of franticness.

Kat Mueller looked at me with a certain degree of controlled franticness.

The sound can be thought as a reaction to the franticness and complexity some listeners found in bebop.

This can't go on all the time-all this franticness and jumping around.

Anyhow, he seemed unfrightened; the fear and disorientation, the franticness we had seen on his face, was at last gone.

The very franticness of the instrument's wild clashing betokened something of the kind.

Hailing the shuttle craft, he tried to control the growing franticness he was feeling as he asked, "Why are you backing off?"

The history of music is laid out digitally for kids to browse at leisure: "There is no franticness to their consumption," she tells me.

Meg tried to keep the franticness out of her voice, trying to sound as drained of feeling as Charles, but nevertheless ending on a squeak.

Burgoyne 172 and Ensign Beth were sorting through the isolinear chips with a finely controlled franticness.

His attempts at anguish and irreality look strained when they are meant to be unsettling and, overall, there's a franticness and even a glibness to these works.

Or, more brightly, a private equity firm saw an opportunity for a savvy investor who could operate the property without the quarter-to-quarter franticness that comes with making Wall Street happy.

And Ms. Barrett, of the Bridal Mall in Connecticut, said: "I think some of the franticness I'm seeing in brides is because they know they're overextended.

Still, from the crowds at the shows, and the franticness around them - the celebrities, the gawkers, that moment when Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue, bolts out the door trailed by her bodyguards and the photographers coo, "Anna, just one picture!"

The last, a fictional memoir called "Last Notes From Home" (1988), is a sad book, less because of its subject matter - its center is his brother's death - than because of the franticness with which its author tried to impose order on a stubbornly inchoate narrative.

When Curly and Larry finally mount the horse, when Larry rides on top of Curly, and when Larry uses a sledgehammer on Curly's head, there is a real absence of either franticness or even the basic Stoogeness that makes them elsewhere so successful.

The feel of Jason's heart beating inside his chest, beating against the front of our bodies, so that we could feel the franticness of it, as the heart began to realize something was wrong, and the more frightened it got, the more blood it pumped, the more of that sweet warmth poured down our throats.