Word: barefootedly
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...Standing barefoot next to Teddy on that bench, I reflected on something Teddy said earlier in the day. In a surprising demonstration of the practical utility of philosophy as a field of study, Teddy, a joint concentrator in Afro-American studies and philosophy, told me the enlightened reasons why he never yields to societal pressures to walk his bare feet to the mall, buy himself a pair of shoes and put them...
Despite Teddy’s somewhat dubious accounts of his own irreproachable foot hygiene—no, really, once you have stepped barefoot on one piece of gooey street gum, you’ve stepped on them all—the benefits of life without shoes seemed pretty compelling by the end of our walk together...
...seen Reid the day before at the airport--with another person. Crying and shaking, the passenger went around the plane three times with Moutardier looking to see if the other man was on board. At another point, when passengers started smelling smoke again, Jones walked the plane barefoot to see if she could detect heat from the cargo hold. "Most of it was instinct," says Jones, "and the knowledge of the Sept. 11 attacks. I don't believe I would have grabbed [Reid] the way I did had I not known about Sept. 11. I don't know that...
...Abdel Hadi Palace stinks of urine and damp. A little girl with a dirt-smeared face shuffles barefoot in the muddy courtyard. The women of the Zakari family lean out of their window, an Ottoman arch whose grey stone is pitted by the weather of 250 years. The place was built for one of the richest families in Nablus. Now it serves as rented accommodation for the city's poorest, hidden in the heart of the Casbah. "It's not a palace anymore," says Najah Zakari, the mother of one of six large families that squeeze into quarters once meant...
...song is a familiar 12-bar blues in boogie-woogie tempo: two verses, a chorus ("Shake, baby, shake"), two verses of instrumental break (one featuring Jerry Lee amok on piano, his pummeling accentuated by an arpeggio as if he were running barefoot over the keys, and one of Roland Janes's less ornate but momentum-sustaining guitar work) followed by a reprise of the second verse with the inspired vocal filler "We got a chicken in the barn/ Whose barn? What barn? My barn!" (the drums whacking the "whose-what-my" to give it extra force and fun), then...