Word: resoundingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...three-foot walls for seven seconds. A recent demonstration of this phenomenon lasted only four seconds. However, the tenor explained that the furniture and tapestries were the cause of the failure, not his voice. The group now has its business office there. Typewriters and an occasional alumni sing resound in the room which once rang with cannons and court-martial, songs and firebells, actors and legislators, explosions and saws. Such noises would have shocked Mrs. Holden, but in another two centuries the chapel may once again echo sermons...
...Meat, Red Meat." Sir Winston wrote to Tory Candidate Tim Donovan: "By electing you, Holborn and St. Pancras will strike a blow which will resound through the land, and will increase our influence the world over. It is not often a single constituency can strike such a hefty blow for our island home...
...heart of the masters of the Kremlin. It will encourage the aspirations of captive people ... It is going to be a gradual process. This is the beginning, not the end ... I believe that this resolution-if taken as I hope with virtual unanimous support of the Congress-will resound through the ages, and will in due course attain a dignity and position in history comparable with that of the Declaration of Independence and the Monroe Doctrine...
White Silence. The color white Kandinsky described as having "the absoluteness of a great silence. It sounds inwardly and corresponds to some pauses in music . . . Thus, probably, did the earth resound during the . . . Ice Age." Black he thought of as "something extinguished like a burned pyre . . . Outwardly it is the least harmonious color, yet . . . any other color, even the weakest, will appear stronger and more precise in front of it . . ." Vermilion was "like a relentlessly glowing passion, a solid power within itself, which cannot easily be surpassed but which can be extinguished by blue, as glowing iron...
From the moment the general's motorcade moved off, the city's great towers-which stood clean and glowing under a bright blue sky-resounded to a flowing torrent of sound. At the tip of Manhattan it increased. Ships and tugs lent their whistles to the din. Then, lower Broadway -the financial district's Canyon of Heroes -began to resound to the clop of police horses, the crash of brass bands, as paraders moved out to lead MacArthur a mile; to City Hall. History's greatest fall of paper, ticker tape and torn telephone books...