Word: complexion
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...rewarding a constituency for its political support is highly pernicious and poisons the nomination process. Furthermore, the pursuit of racial and sexual balance has no place in a process that should aspire to select justices based on the relevant criteria of intellect and principles, not the irrelevant criteria of complexion and anatomy...
...knees high and head looming close to the roof of the car. He replenishes an earthen gourd of mate—a caffeinated drink prepared with the dried leaves of a South American holly—with hot water from a thermos. Unlike Nick, who has a dark, leathery complexion, Scalise is of a lighter cast, his wispy blonde hair framing a bright-eyed face that jerks about when addressed. He passes the gourd to Pablo Botero ’09, and like some religious victual, the pungent beverage slowly makes its rounds among the three. “Nothing...
...company requires its sales clerks to model its wares, both in stores and on its website, and that has resulted in some of its retail staff developing their own fan bases. Most popular among them is Keiko Mizoe, 24, a staffer in the Shinjuku store with the flawless complexion of a porcelain doll. "When people started to call me Princess Keiko, I didn't like it and didn't know what to do," Mizoe confesses. "But then I started to think that if others see me in that way, then I have to act my part." These days she regularly...
...making holes for Gino. It’s kind of a run-first mentality when you drop back to pass, just if no one’s open, to tuck it and run right away.” BLOWN AWAY The intense wind conditions on Saturday completely altered the complexion of the contest. Neither team was able to throw downfield effectively, as the squads combined for just 145 passing yards on the afternoon. Despite playing in 15-20 mile per hour winds for most of the afternoon with gusts up to 39 miles per hour, the Crimson?...
...over the top of a small hill and saw the river. No, not the river, although it was there. What she saw was a pale lump of flesh perched horribly astride a thick branch which reached over the river. She had seen the man before, she knew the blotchy complexion of his torso. It was Frederick. He was naked, weeping, singing, and frenetically stripping bark from the branch in little strips. They fell into the stream and floated gently away, heedless of Frederick’s wracking sobs. Roxanna barely managed to keep silent, so great was the urge...