Crossword-Solution: VOMITORIUM
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| an opening in a large building by which a crowd is let out | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
To boil with a continued bubbling or heaving and
rolling, with noise.
Hint 2 anagram
PLWOAL
Hint 3 another clue
BATTER ___
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Sentences with VOMITORIUM (5)
Some were for handing her down into the orchestra, and getting her out through the general vomitorium, but Carlo and Luciano held her firmly by them.
They must all get out again presently, and what a crush there would be in the side exits if the vomitorium were closed! She longed to call down, to warn the carpenters of the folly of their act.
Felix Pyat gives the following account of Christmas in England:--"Christmas is the great English fête--the Protestant Carnival--an Anglo-Saxon gala--a gross, pagan, monstrous orgie--a Roman feast, in which the vomitorium is not wanting.
The old Roman sports were gluttons; they stuffed themselves, then went to the vomitorium and threw up so they could eat more.
Beyond the Triclinium is a disgusting memorial of Roman imperial life, in the _Vomitorium_, with its bason, whither the feasters retired to tickle their throats with feathers, and come back with renewed appetite to the banquet.
Quotes with VOMITORIUM (2)
We all emerge into this material soup, mix about with the meat and potatoes of life, and then slip away, back to the primordial germination whence we came. Nascence is a strange business: we forget what we were doing only to come forth and continually forget what we were doing perpetually over the course of a lifetime, until it is time to quit this plane through some unseen and ethereal vomitorium, and presumably forget that we had forgotten all over again.
I spent the last Friday of summer vacation spreading hot, sticky tar across the roof of George Washington High. My companions were Dopey, Toothless, and Joe, the brain surgeons in charge of building maintenance. At least they were getting paid. I was working forty feet above the ground, breathing in sulfur fumes from Satan's vomitorium, for