Jaw-jutting

1954, Lars Lawrence (pseudonym of Philip Stevenson), Morning, Noon, and Night, New York: Putnam, Part III, Chapter 9, p. 147, What he called her “genius” for diplomacy, her tolerance of the precious sensitivities of intellectuals, was as useless in his rough-and-tumble relations with goons and jailers as his jaw-jutting aggressions would be in her mannered and scrupulous artistic circle.

Up on the Gianicolo the Jewish stallholders sold metal replicas of St. Peter’s and Romulus and Remus and jawjutting pictures of the Duce.

The actors give it their all, especially Knightley, whose jaw-jutting, heavily accented and unfairly criticized portrayal gives the film its fighting spirit.

Harold was different: stylishly clad in black and often in sunglasses, he was a man’s man, a proper bloke, a whiskey-drinking, women-loving, sweary, jaw-jutting fella, brought up on the hard, war-bittne streets of Hackney […]