Word: glaringly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...along behind a pack of runners for almost a mile, but when the distance became precisely a mile, James Cusack was in front. Shimek, a son of Marquette (Milwaukee), with pits under his eyes and his teeth straining out of his face, ran two miles in heat like the glare from a furnace door and won in the time it took the three impersonal chronometres to count 9 min. 32 61/100 sec. Huge, hairy Herbert Schwarze from Wisconsin twirled a 16-lb. shot around his head as if it had been a handball on a rubber band, cast...
...ever hated all nations, professions and communities . . . but principally I hate and detest that animal called man." So wrote the angry Irishman, Jonathan Swift. So has come to think that onetime cable of conservatism, Painter Sir William Orpen. His painting was the exception: A white bear stands in the glare of a Paris prize ring. There is blood at his feet; he has just consummated upon a human bruiser, now unconscious, brutalities so magnificent that spectators of every sex, replete with ecstasy at the spectacle, slobber and clip, heedless of an ape that sits among them, scrutinizing with remote...
...night-while they were experimenting with a diving helmet outside of Darwin Bay, Tower Island-a weird glare on the horizon. Steaming in that direction at once, the Arcturus came to Albermarle Island, largest in the Galapagos group, where two volcanic peaks were flaming with "fiery cascades of lava ... an unforgettably magnificent spectacle." The photographers on the Arcturus acted. Beebe and a companion, John Tee Van, attempted to approach one of the craters on foot, were driven back by poisonous gases. Forthwith Beebe dubbed the craters Mounts Williams and Whiton, after patrons of the expedition...
...exhibition, one gets a glimpse of a chalk-faced friend from the Folies Bergeres with gross, pursy mouth and smudged eyes; apaches that glare and glide in the galvanic paint as if rehearsing for a cinema; a group posed, with the sterile absurdity of wax figures, about a table; a bristling gendarme, unable to decide whether to arrest a reveller or have a drink with him; a deputy compounded of a too-small black hat and too many brown whiskers; a lady with a green shadow upon her face...
...assembly along the path of Fascism, it is evident that the mailed fist has strained its sinews. His hold on the Italian imagination is gone. It may be weeks or months before Mussolini disappears, but the romantic light of the dawn of Fascism has already vanished under the cruel glare of a full day of oppression, and it seems that the Italian people but awaits the time and occasion to dissolve this political monster under the destroying acid of its anger...