Word: clingingly
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...message is evident to everyone, it seems, but the Senator himself, who believes collegial sympathy may be his salvation. "A number of them are praying for me," he says. "And I am convinced that the prayers of others work." But what of the damnation of others? While Republicans still cling to anonymity, their outrage is voluble. Says a fellow G.O.P. Senator: "We've had a gutful of Bob Packwood. It will be a disgrace if the Republican Conference doesn't remove him as chairman of the Finance Committee...
...quite forgave her and that, until now, he has been unable to undo. "You grasp for hope and a prayer." Plus one other thing. During the final two nights of O'Grady's ordeal, Stacey slept with her brother's old, well-used teddy bear. She later explained, "You cling to whatever...
...opus on evolution, Darwin's Dangerous Idea, Daniel Dennett is inevitably taking the second path; while he professes genuine respect for Philosophy and Meaning, he has no patience for those who cling to them rather than face the truth about evolution. And while he is sanguine about the prospect of reconstituting philosophy on the basis of Darwinism, his attempts to do so in the present book are far from reassuring...
...make the movie. He was referring to a detached and wandering period in his young manhood, "years of being lost" on the American back roads, unable to define what he was looking for. Those years, those feelings are long gone, but other aspects of that young guy still cling to him; he remains restless, self-sufficient, with a large tolerance for his own company and an equally large indifference toward the good opinion of strangers. "I've always had the theory," he once said, "that actors who beg their audiences to like them ... are much worse off than actors...
Scott, who had toiled at Pacific Theatres since high school, served as my guiding Virgil. He helped me secure my uniform. Who could resist the chance to be a fashion plate? The gray polyester pants seemed to cling to one for dear life, as if the wearer were their last chance for redemption. There was also the natty dark blue polyester vest, which made me look like a Christmas pudding, and the rakish gray clip-on tie made from some fabric whose origins I've yet to divine. Finally, honor of honors, I also had my very own name...