Word: manful
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...former greatness was attributable to a national qi (vital energy) that even now is moving inexorably from the West to Japan on its way back to China, a shift that will once again confirm the Middle Kingdom as the center of the world. All these people know that the man is right because they know that the logic behind marrying dead people, to ensure them a peaceful afterlife, is dead wrong. The real if equally fanciful reason is that the unmarried dead are feared capable of becoming angry spirits who may disturb their living relatives. "Face it," says the stiff...
...what if it's a causative sentence?" asks a student who has wandered into the room. "What if the man who owns the fields employs workers so that all he does is give orders? Then the owner could be causing those crops to be < grown in his fields even though he isn't doing the actual work. Then you could use the word grown...
...point again in Shanghai, the city called the "Paris of the East" during the Roaring Twenties; a place made famous forever when, in the 1932 film Shanghai Express, Marlene Dietrich drawled, "It too-oo-k more than one man to change my name to Shanghai Lily." Shanghai is no longer trendy, modern or even cosmopolitan, but its streets are still tops for infant watching. Sadly, though, the toddlers I see seldom cry or laugh or even suck their thumbs. Most seem sullen. And in the beautiful Jing an Park, which used to be a cemetery before the bodies were exhumed...
...sparrow of a man who always had trouble sleeping and could never sit still, Berlin worked at a furious pace. During a production conference for Annie Get Your Gun, it was decided that the show needed another song, so the composer rushed home. Six minutes later, the show's director got a phone call. "Listen to this," said Berlin, who launched into the first verse of Anything You Can Do. He had written it in the taxi...
...last show was Mr. President (1962), a failure. But he continued to pick out tunes just the same. "The question is," he would ask rhetorically, "are you going to be a crabby old man or are you going to write another song?" He watched his parade of birthdays go by quietly, embarrassed by the fuss made by the world at large. Though fans gathered outside his Manhattan town house for a 100th birthday serenade, he was unimpressed with his longevity. "Age," he observed, "is no mark of merit unless you do something constructive with it." What he did was indisputable...