Word: headlong
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...chased after pretty young men and became so popular with prostitutes that he seldom had to pay the bill. Attracted by Western political ideas and appalled by the social, moral and religious putrefaction of the Ottoman Empire, he swore that he would somehow save his country. He plunged headlong into a series of political conspiracies. None of them succeeded, but Mustafa Kemal became known to the Ottoman police as a man to watch...
...minds of all, the castle is the symbol and focus for uneasy atavistic dreams of combat. Then the big guns begin to sound. Out of the falling snow, through a village straight out of a Breughel painting, comes the American army in headlong retreat, and the misfits of the 314th find themselves the only organized defense short of the Meuse. Bumbling and burlesquing the role of soldiers, they fight. For what? A confused dream, a bit of bread, a friend, a stone wall, a laugh...
...headlong and disastrous plunge into socialism, Syria's Strongman Amin Hafez has resorted increasingly to that reliable diversion, the alleged U.S.-backed plot. Over the past month, 13 Syrians have been condemned to die on charges of collusion with the U.S. Last week Hafez presented another thriller that might not have impressed The Man from U.N.C.L.E. but went over big in Syria...
...perfectly controlled, she is the picture of grace as she zigzags through the slalom gates, rarely even brushing the marker poles. Bah, snorts Marielle. "Skiing beautifully is an unimportant matter"-and she attacks a slalom course like a fullback, flailing furiously with her poles, bowling over the gates, diving headlong across the finish line. Her hell-bent style has its disadvantages: Marielle has broken her left leg three times-while Christine has never broken a bone. But slow down? Never. "Sometimes, after I have skied particularly well, I think that I am not capable of going any faster," Marielle says...
Yesterday, I was strolling along the hall adjacent to the offices of the Mathematics Department when--splat! --a secretary ran headlong into me. "I'm sorry," she yelled from the end of the hall, "another phone call for Professor Tate. But I guess he isn't in his office after...