Word: dab
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...carried out by its English curator, Gervase Jackson-Stops, architectural adviser to the National Trust in London. He did the job with wide knowledge and, in the matings of some objects, a dry wit. One could be fatigued by the result but never bored, for Jackson-Stops is a dab-hand at fitting potted histories around incompressible works of art. One is firmly led through the mutations of English taste, as early Elizabethan patronage becomes the acquisitive connoisseurship of the late 18th century, and the tiny enameled world of Nicholas Hilliard opens to the spacious marmoreal one of the Grand...
...important echo that was probably associated with the Titanic. Armed with that information, Knorr scientists decided to deploy Argo at that spot. In less than a week, the researchers received the first dim video images of the Titanic that they had been praying for. "We went smack-dab over a gorgeous boiler," crowed Ballard to the Canadian television network CTV. "It was just bang, there we were...
...Your Ordinary Shave," reads the legend on the bottom of the page. No, not at all. This is not a man who will slice his chin in a hurry to make the shuttle bus, and run around his suite with a dab of toilet paper stuck on his still-damp face, praying that it will stop bleeding before he goes and he won't have to look stupid. This is not a man who will need industrial-strength Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion to heal his face after the razor has left it as dry as Utah. This...
...markets where farmers are permitted to sell privately the produce cultivated on their own plots. The contrast to the state-run stores was striking. The counters of the market stalls were covered with crisp apples, firm tomatoes, leafy lettuce, crunchy carrots, and of course, mounds of mushrooms. Just a dab of capitalist incentive in a socialist economy...
...guarding the bronze. The two soldiers stand, staring each other into trances, polished bayonets and helmets gleaming in the midday sun. Their faces are covered with sweat. A civilian strides up to the soldiers from the crowd and pulls a wet washcloth from his pocket. He begins to dab the faces of the two men, methodically. They do not move, speak, blink, but they allow him to shift their chin straps slightly to wipe their lips. He asks them repeatedly if they are comfortable, and though they do not reply, he seems satisfied that they are. The crowd smiles...