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Caenis surveyed the celebrating crowd with naked disgust. Vaelin couldn't hear the word he mouthed but the shape of his lips carried the meaning clearly enough: "Scum.
Without lesions making everyone agreeable, society was left roiling in a constant battle of words, images, and ideas. All around her Tally felt the city seething, all those unfettered minds bouncing their opinions off each other, like something ready to explode.
the killing of dangerous Rioters, by any private Persons, who cannot otherwise suppress them, or defend themselves from Them, inasmuch as every private Person seems to be authorised by the Law to arm himself for the Purposes aforesaid.
The country's gone mad...So much anger.
When you lived in the funhouse, the laff riot just never stopped.
chaos on the streets themselves), and
Rioting is not revolutionary.
Everybody is entertained to death.
I expect a black silence that is almost as violent as laughter.
Nothing draws a crowd quite like a crowd.
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Then I realized that for eighteen hundred years the Church Militant had not been a pageant, but a riot - and a suppressed riot. There,
The world was getting dangerously crowded with crazy people.
So now, contended indifference before Middlesbrough against Slovan Bratislava coexisted with a craving for an art in which violent, overwhelming, hysterical and destructive emotion was the norm.
Curtain Opened, Heard the Crowd Roar
To a happy war!' laughter echoed with all the insane glee of an army of psychopaths.
The followers must feel besieged.
Let the madness begin.
A riot is a spontaneous outburst. A war is subject to advance planning.
Rage is essentially vulgar.
Fan reactions are crazy sometimes.
Don't be outraged, be outrageous.
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
Rage, rage against the dying light
Heckle and Jeckle again
conceived and held up to the angry
A crowd is not merely impulsive and mobile. Like a savage, it is not prepared to admit that anything can come between its desire and the realisation of its desire.
October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.
Who's responsible for the riots? The rioters!
The whole world awake and wild with joy.
Ours is the wild tumult of the unchained storm, the tumult of the army on the march, clashing its cymbals, rioting with excess of energy. Need we be ashamed of it?
Be prepared to be enlightened, enraged, amused, engaged, and above all provoked.
VIOLENT HOOLA-HOOPING!!!!!!
And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.
Tongues were wagging. Aspersions were being cast like dandelion spores on hot gossipy winds.
Oh good, they were yelling again. Dysfunctional didn't begin to cover it.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Those who are quiet will always cause riots.
All passion is madness.
Message to all rioters: put down your brick, put away the spray paint, and leave the cop cars alone; you're acting like soccer fans! It's embarrassing.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.
And then the screaming begins.
a rowdy little girl who gave way upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter
Wonderfully entertaining.
Yells of joy, thousands in chorus. It sounded almost like they were cheering her on.
Everybody saw them, and anger and revenge mounted all day long as people filed past or remained
The passions refuse to be organized on a basis of their own; hostile to personal freedom and one another, they rush precipitately into anarchy and mob rule.
There is something like a switch in us that kills the individual in favor of the collective when people engage in communal dances, mass riots, or war. Your mood is now that of the herd. You are part of what Elias Canetti calls the rhythmic and throbbing crowd
commotion and flurry.
A long, loud, and canorous peal of laughter.
A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.
When roused to rage the maddening populace storms, their fury, like a rolling flame, bursts forth unquenchable; but give its violence ways, it spends itself, and as its force abates, learns to obey and yields it to your will.
If you had one word to describe the root of all this rage, it's humiliation.
Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day."
"I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.
My knees shook as they descended upon me like vultures, squeezing the life out of my fragile bones. Never had I witnessed such a loud group of guys who got wound up so high over nothing. All they did was hoot over Ellis's new apartment and belch the school's theme song. Joy.
Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.
Rage, hate, shock, grief, anguish, terror, scorn, amusement, combinations of them, and nothing.
Crowds of people moved through the streets with a dream-like violence.
I admire your enthusiasm...but I cannot, in good conscience, assist you with any civic unrest.'
'Civic unrest? This is war, Major," said Alice, chuckling at him. 'Man the barricades and break out the Molotov cocktails!
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men
You know, when you're isolated on set for like a month, people like to get rowdy.
The behavior of the crowd at Churchill Downs is like 100,000 vicious Hyenas going berserk all at once in a space about the size of a 777 jet or the White House lawn.
The morning we left South Bend, every student and professor was out of bed long before breakfast and marched downtown accompanying the team to the railroad station. It was the first time I'd seen anything like this mass hysteria generated on the Notre Dame campus over a football game.
Are here to experience outrageous joy.
We are a noisy and blessed little family
The proletarians, driven to despair, will seize the torch which Stephens has preached to them; the vengeance of the people will come down with a wrath of which the rage of 1795 gives no true idea. The war of the poor against the rich will be the bloodiest ever waged.
Profanity enjoyed sexual congress with profanity in this hail storm of the vile, the tautological and the physically ridiculous.
As pissed as a fart in a vacuum cleaner.
Outrage, combining as it does shock, anger, reproach, and helplessness, is perhaps the most unmanageable, the most demoralizing of all the emotions.
People are incorrigibly themselves.
Violence is Inevitable.
Every community is a gull gliding over a sea of spite, eager for carrion, all too ready to steal, and all too quick to squawk when stolen from.
A vicious boredom ruled the world, for the first time in human history, interrupted by meaningless acts of violence.
Above all, beware the crowd! The crowd only feels; it has no mind of its own which can plan. The crowd is credulous, it destroys, it consumes, it hates, and it dreams - but it never builds.
Hooliganism incarnate, a walking, talking, screaming, squawking metaphor for What's Wrong With Young People Today.
Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.
I am furious about everything.
I WANNA GET ROUGH!"
"I NEED TO GET ROWDY!"
"I'M FEELING KINDA RECKLESS!
I was in the Square at the time. The crowd was a most good-humoured, easy going, smiling crowd; but presently it was transformed. A regiment of mounted police came cantering up.
Here were we, drawn together by mutual rage and the impulse toward cooperation, led off into forgetfulness by the establishment of a rude rhythm.
Riots followed hunger like thunder follows lightning.
Anarchy! Revolution, Justice, Screaming For Solutions, Forcing Changes, Risk, and Danger, Making Noise and Making Pleas!.
I don't know what goes on in the crowd. I've had them show up and throw beer cans at me. I caused riots in most of the major cities.
During the session of the Supreme Court, in the village of -, about three weeks ago, when a number of people were collected in the principal street of the village, I observed a young man riding up and down the street, as I supposed, in a violent passion.
Rock and Roll adolescent hoodlums storm the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa's face.
I think that we've got to see that a riot is the language of the unheard. And, what is it that America has failed to hear? It has failed to hear that the economic plight of the Negro poor has worsened over the last few years.
I'll get to the force field of this hostility, why it's there, why the rage is in any of us, why the trash takes place, whether or not it's between me and a couple of hecklers in the audience or between this country and another nation, the rage.
I love telling myself jokes. I think I'm a riot.
Parking lots and chaos.
A dingily bilious sun was seeping through a tent of black clouds. Passersby, spitefully elbowing elbows, were rushing along the pavement. People thronging the doorways of shops tried to pummel their way through and stuck fast, their faces flushed with spite and fury, their teeth bared.
What rioters, out of control, are really protesting about is life itself. Most people do not like it, it's humiliating for almost everyone.
Things are about to get crazy.
Alexia found herself surrounded and embraced by a room of such unmitigated welcome and personality that it was akin to being yelled at by plum pudding.
I hear the cheers when they roared and the jeers when they echoed.
The turmoil of the day freezes in a thousand absurd postures.
Riot squads were ready to go into action. Although these young English boys (many of them civilians themselves little more than a year ago, and with only a very sketchy idea of the problems of administering Imperial
Bedlam: an institution with a history so fearsome it gave its name to a synonym for chaos and pandemonium.
This is a very fair gathering
circumspect, calm, accustomed to disturbance, acquainted with blows! Peste! I have been lucky.
We're a rock group. we're noisy, rowdy, sensational and weird.
Rioting over food: how could this be? Here was all this grain, food enough to feed half the world, sitting in piles at the train station, going to waste. Something was out of balance.