Word: bursting
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...like we’re tapping a nasty vein here. We used to be about NASCAR dads, not crypto-Klansmen. What happened to compassionate conservatism, ‘values voters’?” “Um…that was campaign-trail hogwash, Hoss. Hate to burst your bubble. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but we’ve never really been the go-to guys for compassion—or prudence, or honesty, or the human touch. Ours is the big tent of Joe Lieberman and Alberto Gonzales. You’re right, though...
...after European leaders revealed a collective commitment of more than $1 trillion in capital injections and interbank loan guarantees, a 14% bound by Tokyo's Nikkei index led surges across Asia. Bourses in Europe also opened with renewed gains ahead of Wall Street's 3.8% opening spurt. Yet the burst of renewed confidence inspired sober observers to take up the Churchillian reminder that this is less "the beginning of the end" of the world's economic woe than it is, at best, "the end of the beginning...
...over the sign. The ceremony not only marked what would have been his father's 87th birthday, but also an historic moment in U.S. history - the national debt was shrinking. Because the clock wasn't built to count backwards, Durst pulled the plug. Just two years later, following the burst of the dot-com bubble and the economic fall-out of 9/11, he turned it back on. The billboard has ticked forward ever since...
...family said that Friedman exuded brightness—both in his intellect and his personality. His optimism even in the face of his bleak prognosis was the first trait noted by all who spoke of him. “Mikey had this ability to get an entire room to burst into spontaneous laughter,” said his older brother Brian Friedman, recalling his brother’s penchant for playing pranks and making clever jokes. Robert B. Schaaf ’11, one of Mikey’s roommates, described how Friedman once printed 50 or 60 copies...
...stood, aghast. She felt the rising tide within her breast, the swelling of a liquid blaze that she could not suppress. She knew not from whence this Irish fire came; it overflowed from some inner latent sea to fill her mouth, to seep from her nether regions, straining to burst. She hardly noticed when Frederick departed to the small sculpture gallery off the main hall. No, she was alone here, alone again with The Stable Boy.The cool stale air, the marble floors, the stone balustrades, the gilt frames, Filippo—all but The Stable Boy dissolved into a ripe...