Word: forgottenness
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...quality of being exciting, vigorous or sexually attractive). Henry hopes the phrase lasts longer than another new entry, "flash mobs," the planned-by-e-mail happenings that grabbed attention last year but seem to have been a flash in the pan. Tony Blair hopes "sexed up" is soon forgotten...
Walking along the street, old and young chatter pleasantly in the twilight of a summer’s day. But, in the words Hemingway famously immortalized, the sun also rises. And here, in a country once the most powerful in the world, then lost and forgotten, the sun seems to be rising once again...
...stands and gapes, a third grabs a cup, a fourth corrects him, a fifth pours the shake before a sixth puts on the cap while a seventh fumbles with the register and barks orders to an eighth who will fetch your shake…and they still will have forgotten your french fries. Oh, and when you get your change, don’t be shocked if in place of small change you are gifted with individually wrapped pieces of gum. You just can’t beat a barter economy, or minty-fresh breath...
...cricketing professional," thundered Colombo's Asian Tribune in an editorial. Sports and Youth Affairs Minister Jeevan Kumaratunga told the Sunday Times that Howard's comments were "absurd," claiming that Australia "could not bear the extraordinary heights the Sri Lankan spinner was achieving." Few in Sri Lanka have forgotten that it was an Australian cricket umpire, Ross Emerson, who was among the first to cast doubt on the bowling action of Sri Lanka's favorite son by repeatedly penalizing Muralitharan for "chucking"?using a bent, instead of a regulation-straight arm?during a 1996 match against the West Indies. The bowler...
...interviewed Ronald Reagan once, on an airplane, during the 1980 presidential campaign. I imagined myself an aggressive young reporter in those days, and I had prepared a series of incendiary questions that I have long since forgotten. Reagan was wearing a brown suit; his red foulard was tied in a Windsor knot. His hair swooped dramatically; his cheeks were an odd wax-museum rouge. We shook hands and came out fighting. At least I did. He cocked his head, smiled and flicked me off his sleeve. An entirely unnerving experience, but not untypical. Reagan's sunny opacity was legendary, especially...