Perfect verbs

I am thinking of this (from A Spy In The House Of Love{/i]) -

Dressed in red and silver, she evoked the sounds and imagery of fire engines as they tore through the streets of New York, alarming the heart with the violent gong of catastrophe; all dressed up in red and silver, the tearing red and silver cutting a pathway through the flesh. The first time he looked at her he felt: [i]everything will burn!

Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!'

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I just think "ordained" is so amazing there! There's surely no other verb that could do half the work it does there? Do you have examples like this?

from No Country For Old Men:

He tore the sheet off the pad and handed to him and he read it and folded it and put it into his shirtpocket. Then he reached up and opened one of the kitchen cabinets and took out a camouflage-finished submachinegun and a pair of spare clips and pushed open the door and stepped down into the lot and closed the door behind him. He crossed the gravel to where a black Plymouth Barracuda was parked and opened the door and pitched the machinegun in on the far seat and lowered himself in and shut the door and started the engine. He blipped the throttle a couple of times and then pulled out onto the blacktop and turned on the lights and shifted into second gear and went up the road with the car squatting on the big rear tires and fishtailing and the tires whining and unspooling clouds of rubbersmoke behind him.

The 'unspooling' knocked me out when I read it, it's perfect and I could never have come up with that word in a thousand years. Later I read a review which picked out that very sentence as a mtypical example of McCarthy being overshowy and trying too hard. But I still love it.

word i only learnt the other day: polysyndeton

er, answer to the thread question: 'wooed' at the end of that one lorrie moore story.

sorry to be a jerk, but I don't like either of the examples so far! "unspooling clouds of rubbersmoke" is like some half-assed Joyce-biting, which I would probably be okay with except that I just don't like McCarthy (must be the name); and I'm not really sure what to make of the other one.

No offence taken, it's not like I scribed it myself.