Word: beholds
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...organizers of the extreme 40 sailing series look chipper as they solicit your signature on forms absolving them of responsibility in the event of your death. And waive you must if you intend to ride shotgun on what are known, with justice, as the baddest boats in yachting. Behold the disquieting outlines of these huge catamarans, straining malevolently at their moorings, and the brain immediately apprehends the many ways in which they might contribute to your demise. But why think about that too deeply when roaring across the waves at 40 knots, on a 45-degree tilt, is such great...
...planned to stand against the administration that had ignored their complaints. Asa Dunbar, later the grandfather of Henry David Thoreau, led the rebellion. On a day when the stench of the butter rose to its peak, he stood in the dining hall and yelled out: “Behold! Our butter stinketh!” Half the college rose with him and, roaring a grand “Huzzah!” of defiance, marched out into the Yard...
...characters, including Alexis’ father Sir Marmaduke Pointdextre (Michael A. Yashinsky ’11, who is also a Crimson Arts comper) and Aline’s mother Lady Sangazure (Sofia M. Selowsky ’12) fall madly and inexplicably in love with whomever they first behold after drinking the philter...
...same complaint about superficiality can be lodged against Amelia. We learn a lot about where Earhart went and what she wore - behold the sumptuous caramel-colored leather jumpsuit! But the woman herself remains tantalizingly out of our grasp, and not just because she, her navigator and their plane vanished over the Pacific Ocean on July 2, 1937, leaving no trace but spurring hundreds of theories about their fate. The movie dutifully covers the high points and a few details you didn't learn in grade school - including Earhart's great passion for Gore Vidal's father and how much...
...will have sensed that I have placed this anthropological lesson here to allow myself a chance to cool off from the jealousy that Füsun’s love stories provoked.” Elsewhere, his reveries achieve an absolute stillness: “There was beauty to behold in the world, that was all there was to it: the summer night was cooled by the north wind blowing off the Bosphorus, rustling the leaves of the plane trees in the courtyard of the Tesvikiye Mosque, and causing them to whisper in that soft lovely way I remembered from...