Word: nosed
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...husband Milt in the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York. His family always went there in the summers, and my family always went in the winters. But one fall we were both there at the same time. I was upstairs in our house, reading and blowing my nose from a heavy cold, and my little sister came up to me and said...
...going to marry." I said, as you say to little sisters, "Buzz off, kid." "No," she said. "You've got to believe me." So I put on a kerchief, blew my nose, walked downstairs, and I knew the moment I saw him that I would marry him. It was not until 33 years later that I learned he knew the same thing at the same moment. I found out on a TV game show called Tattletales that we appeared on. He fell in love with me at first sight as well...
After an inexplicably fatuous introduction that sounds like Joseph Conrad's Mr. Kurtz singing "Nobody knows the carnage I've seen" (he writes, "I have, at what cost I do not yet know...done my best to rub my own nose in the horror of the world"), Rieff settles into hard, intelligent analysis...
...early 2001 after reporting a $1.9 billion annual loss. It reneged on agreements to raise its stake in Sabena to 85% and inject more funds. The Belgians sued, and a compromise was finally agreed. Then came the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11. Air traffic worldwide nose-dived. Within a month, Swissair grounded its fleet and Sabena sought protection from creditors. On Nov. 7, the president of the Brussels commercial tribunal declared Sabena bankrupt. "Until the last day we believed it would be impossible for Sabena to go bankrupt," says Karel Gacoms, a leader of the powerful metalworkers' union, who acknowledges...
...mats and the bed was flattened bamboo draped with scraps of cloth. A black and white picture of him sat on the altar to the left of his bed, his image blurred by burning incense, his dark eyes staring out at my sister and me. He had a fat nose that looked like a chicken’s foot. His wide, prominent cheekbones rendered the shape of his face triangular. The resemblance was uncanny. Standing on these scratchy mats in this dank hut, I stared at Ông Ngoai through scented smoke and I could see my mother...