His walk was actually tottery as he came down the port side of the cabin.

I was a bat-eyed, tottery skeleton at the time.

Behind him, Charles Burnside continues his slow, tottery progress toward the men's.

He was looking particularly tottery this morning.

The small dark opening to the alley was on the left side of the tottery pile of junk.

But his voice was suddenly tottery.

Aisles wandered among great, tottery piles of junk.

Elena got up and took a tottery step to him, and then another and another.

But Andrew's legs were tottery from the punishment they'd taken, and Meg, although she probably would deny it, was near the end of her endurance.

His Lear is so tottery, closer and closer to capsizing in every scene, that we watch fascinated by the wrong things.

She spent much time carrying books away to the sub-base- ments, adding them to the endless, tottery stacks which filled corridor after corridor of rooms.

Satoshi Haga became a tottery elderly samurai recalling a lost love in his "Swan-py Lake."

Men have arisen again and again armed with pitchforks to fight armies with cannon; men have also submitted docilely to the weakest and most tottery oppressors.

His son stood close to him, and Alberg wondered just how tottery the old guy was, and whether he usually used a cane, but not in front of strangers if he could help it.

The third floor was turning out to be a floor, that was all-- closed doors and cold dust, a couple of tottery old cabinets, a few faded portraits hanging above curved sconces, candleholders.

Before we went, however, nothing would do but he must scurry around like a tottery old heron and pack up bits of herb and grass about himself, bladders full of this and wraps of that.

It was a showy imitation, pretending to be what it was not It was surrounded by a park, but the trees in the drive had obviously not been planted more than thirty years before; there were none of those tottery old yews one found at Menfreya.

They circumnavigated a continent of carved furniture, beneath tottery mountains of marquetry, past veins of veneer, lodes of inlay, eroded towers of tapestry and trapunto over sheer cliffs of stacked cabinetry, bronze fittings, and mirrored surfaces, all scaled and corrupted by time.

Most of that night I lay in the dark staring up, and when I wasn't watching a ship getting smashed into kindling by storm-waves I was either staggering home empty-handed through the blizzard with my tottery old knees buckling under me, or else counting my six dozen newly shorn sheep as the shepherd brought.

At a market, tottery old men and women were searching in the garbage thrown in the mud for rotten potatoes, beans, and vegetables, while little children clustered like flies around a festering mass of fruit, thrusting their arms to the shoulders into the liquid corruption, and drawing forth morsels but partially decayed, which they devoured on the spot.