Word: plash
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...hugged the Atlantic seacoast on the return leg. In On the Water: Discovering America in a Rowboat, a chatty, cheerful account of his journey, Stone faithfully records his encounters with bewildered locals along the way, although the best parts are the quieter moments, when you can almost hear the plash of a well-plied oar on smooth black water...
...life Barragán, the drip and plash of that water in his memory's ear, has sought to re-create the serenity and beauty of the little village's patios, places of refuge for body and spirit. Last week his success was recognized with the prestigious $100,000 Inter national Pritzker Architecture Prize, created last year by the Hyatt Foundation to do for architecture what the Nobel Prize does for other disciplines. Declared the citation: "He has created some of our most unforgettable gardens, plazas and fountains, all magical places for meditation and companionship...
...shouts and sobs of desperate Jews, the hobnailed clatter of angry Tommies, the plash of bulging refugee ships, had been heard around the world-in Whitehall, where a harassed Labor Government hoped that the outraged moment would soon fade into the indifferent past; in the White House, muffled in discreet silence; in the Kremlin, where alert eyes watch any disturbances on the lifeline of Empire...
...cheek, he may also have been aware of the finding of psychologists that the words commonly thought to be ugly-sounding are so considered, consciously or unconsciously, because of unpleasant associations and not because of phonetical harshness. Scholars recognize a few words as truly onomatopoeic; e.g., tinkle, plash, squawk. But in the vast majority of cases the reaction of a hearer is determined by meaning, not by combinations of vowels and consonants...
...Boston for a home on the boundless plains and perpendicular canons. Aren't canons very high? It was a humble home which we sought, a retired spot on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, where one could listen all day long to the sea's eternal hymn, with the plash of gold running from the veins of the mines for an accompaniment. But I digress...
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