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  • v. Present participle of tootle.


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  • And even if they do, they mostly likely own cars and need somewhere to park them while they are riding the bus or MAX or tootling around on the streetcar.

    Not up to code (Jack Bog's Blog)

  • At another: "Two years later, in 1966, the old colony was named Guyana, and the British departed in a great display of feathers and tootling trumpets."

    From Guyana to Guiana

  • Any writer who can slyly work history into his narratives without the tootling of trumpets, the raising of showy curtains and the heroic yawning of readers is to be commended.

    From Guyana to Guiana

  • But in Baron's colorful setting, the strings-only writing in Contrapunctus No. 1 might have come from a string quartet from Beethoven or Brahms; the tootling bassoon and clarinet in the subsequent movement sounded like Kurt Weill; Contrapunctus No. 6 evoked Renaissance consort music; and anytime Baron had the full ensemble playing, the ghost of Stravinsky took charge.

    Orion String Quartet and Windscape take on the visionary Bach

  • She can always tell by the tootling sound of the Volkswagen.

    Angels Carry the Sun excerpt: Chapter One, In the Woods

  • Roman Abramovich has been tootling around the Med on his yacht with his captain's hat at the jauntiest of jaunty angles and noticed Monaco's Chu-Young Park through his binoculars with an £8m price tag slapped on his head.

    Football transfer rumours: Carlton Cole to Liverpool?

  • It was understood that warp drive was a necessary prerequisite for interstellar journeys, whereas impulse drive sufficed for tootling around the solar system.

    May 2008

  • And boy do they shine — bouncing, crooning, tootling, moaning, and blaring by way of those instrument storytellers.

    2010 January 12 « educating alice

  • The trumpets were tootling on the breeze, the words of command drifted across to me as clear as a bell, and even beyond the Lights I could see, closer in under the Causeway, and retiring slowly in my direction, the squadrons of the Heavy Brigade - the grey horses with their scarlet riders, the dark green of the Skins, and the hundreds of tiny glittering slivers of the sabres.

    The Sky Writer

  • They were savage - they had seen their army and navy sail away with drums beating and fifes tootling, and "Rule Britannia" playing, and the press promising swift and condign punishment for the Muscovite tyrant, and street-corner orators raving about how British steel would strike oppression down, and they were like a crowd come to a prize-fight where the two pugs don't fight, but spar and weave and never come to grips.

    The Sky Writer


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