Word: claddings
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...honest, I am beginning to fear the snow will never come, and I miserably bask on the sands of Ipanema beach, mingling with the sparsely clad natives, my heart longing for those February mornings at Harvard when I stumble out of my room and step into a deliciously crusty puddle of slightly-polluted slush. Instead, I stand atop the Pão de Açucar, a prominence circled by Guanabara Bay, facing the city, and I see Rio soaking in its own mild winter (scoff!) sunset, the waves washing up against the city lights. I kneel on the ground...
...mere formality. The prosecutor's case was watertight and Bouyeri had instructed his lawyer not to act in his defense at last week's trial. These expectations were overturned when Bouyeri, 27, a Dutch citizen of Moroccan origin, made a surprise statement at the close of the trial. Clad in a black jellaba and Palestinian-style black-and-white kaffiyeh head scarf, Bouyeri aimed his words mainly at Van Gogh's mother, Anneke, who had expressed her anger and contempt for the defendant a day earlier. Calmly, remorselessly, he insisted on the righteousness of his act, repeatedly stating he would...
...getter with a public relations problem: John Kerry. "Kerry had it in him," the Sex and the City star and outspoken Democrat says, but like Meredith, "he just couldn't get it across the footlights to the people." Instead of red staters, Parker's rigid, pencil-skirt-and-pumps-clad city type is attempting to win over the Stones, her fiancé DERMOT MULRONEY's large "nubby, woolly, pajamas-all-day, college-town" family--played by, among others, CRAIG T. NELSON, DIANE KEATON, LUKE WILSON and CLAIRE DANES. That's almost a voting bloc...
...whose would go to the North Sea!"), ignoring the advice of theater directors ("barnstorm führers, the lot") and mocking "gibberish spouting" method actors. "When you're playing Hamlet, and you and Horatio are up on the battlements, Horatio says, 'But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad/ Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.' Well, it isn't! You're looking at Charlie the prop man with a fag in his gob. It's pretend, for God's sake...
...street from my apartment waiting for the bus. Although it’s technically winter here, all I need is a jean jacket to fight the morning chill. This morning, as I stand up to board, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye: a man clad in a wetsuit, surfboard in hand, running down the street to catch a quick wave before work...