Word: barrenly
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...Kong Jockey Club, internationally renowned for its wealth and incomparable facilities but not, till recently, the quality of its thoroughbreds, Silent Witness showed the Club packed horsepower too. Though racing has played a central role in Hong Kong's social and economic life since the British first colonized the barren rock, its citizens are not known for their sentimentality at the track. Yet attendance at Sha Tin would surge up to 50% whenever Silent Witness was on the card. His exploits even lifted Hong Kong's morale when the city badly needed a boost. In 2003, the first year...
...coffee bar. But there is one thing missing: students. “Every time I’ve been there, the place is all but empty,” Harvard Democrats Communications Director Garrett D. Nelson ’09 wrote in an e-mail. Despite the barren hallways, Assistant Dean of the College Paul J. McLoughlin II said that he was “incredibly happy” with the success of SOCH’s first semester. “I have enjoyed going up to the SOCH and seeing students working in their offices, using the common...
...helped Hong Kong remain a force in international commerce. "Rather than being a follower, we're leading the trends," says Peter Solomon, chief executive of Linmark Group, a Hong Kong-- based supply-chain-management company. Someone--someplace--has to be globalization's enabler. Turns out, it's that famous barren rock in the South China...
...Conjuring them up among today's neat French farms was harder than on the barren cliffs of Anzac Cove. "You almost think, This couldn't be a killing ground, it's too pretty," says Carlyon, 64. A journalist of the old school, he believes in seeing what you write about. With history, he must be content to recreate things, like a detective at a crime scene. "You try to redraw the landscape," he writes. "You try to draw in trench lines ... and khaki bundles hung up on barbed wire." Near Ypres, he watched archaeologists probe the spot where...
Living through a ride on the Highway of Death turned out to be the least of my worries as I arrived in Iraq for the first time last week. I had landed at Baghdad International Airport on Tuesday after an early flight from Amman, Jordan, over Iraq's barren western expanses as they caught the day's sunrise. After some visa haggling and a luggage wait upon landing, I was on the road into Baghdad, rolling along the same littered stretch where a friend of mine, aid worker Marla Ruzicka, lost her life to a suicide car bomber in April...