Word: paddocks
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...Hockey League and the Jets of the NHL; both these historic sites have been razed. In 1942 the city really did hold an "If Day," dressing its burghers up as Nazis to show its citizens some of the terrors of life under the Third Reich. There was indeed a paddock fire in the winter of 1926 that sent horses fleeing desperately into the icy Red River, where some of them died, frozen, their heads and necks sticking out for months like, Maddin says, "11 knights on a vast white chessboard...
...There may be 15 races to go in the seven-month Formula One campaign - Bahrain is next to play host on April 15 - but Hamilton already cuts an imposing figure in the paddock. "He's not only good - he's exceptionally good," says Damon Hill, Formula One World Champion in 1996 and now president of the British Racing Drivers' Club. Forget that Hamilton's Grand Prix career is just beginning. Hill, who jostled with Hamilton on a karting track at one point in the '90s, says: "He's had I don't know how many years of racing behind...
...special, intangible quality-call it spirit or heart-that you can't measure. Silent Witness had it. As a young colt, recalls his Australian breeder Ian Smith, he would "play up badly" if he were not the first fed or walked in the morning: "He dominated his paddock and was always the leader of the horses he ran with. There was something in his eye that said: Look, I'm good." Not just good but, as those who saw Silent Witness will testify, simply and truly great...
...More revelatory than shocking, Book is concerned with consequences rather than actions. When Daniel is eventually dumped by his unidentified kidnappers in a dusty paddock, the dancer is more than just a little dazed...
...ever had ?"-but his taste buds were not ?litist. Little grunts and moans of pleasure would emerge from the kitchen, where he was devouring a sausage sandwich, tomato sauce dripping down his shirt. He would drive me into Cessnock to the pie shop and home through the vineyards, every paddock and building inspiring a pastry-flecked lesson in Hunter history. With silent precision we'd stop at his gate to inspect each other's clothes for telltale crumbs. We were never caught...