Word: shiningly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Rabbi Unterman blessed Johnson with a 2,000-year-old berakah (blessing) that is recited only for chiefs of state, then read from one of King David's Psalms (18:29): "And thou, my Lord, will make my lamp to shine, and enlighten me in darkness...
Londoners are among the world's sportiest gamblers, willing to wager on everything from the greyhounds to whether or not the sun will shine (a hazardous bet, since the daily mean is only 4.16 hours of sunshine in the city). The Clermont Club, Crockford's and the Curzon House Club are the kings of the $3 billion-a-year fever, reigning over tables at which men and women do not gamble because they are on holiday, as they might at Deauville or Baden, but as part of their casual daily entertainment. It is not exceptional to see players...
...began rolling around the state like tumbleweed, are now being shoved into the slots of one-armed bandits in 50 of the state's 70 gambling houses. For the operators, it means more than nostalgia. The coins have proved a source of revenue. Customers have taken such a shine to tokens that instead of cashing them in for a dollar upon leaving, they have begun to keep them as collectors' items or sell them in the East for as much as $2.25 apiece. Since last fall, Las Vegas' Desert...
Unfortunately, Vivaldi's second flute concerto was not the best vehicle to fully exhibit Miss Monson's brilliance. The solo part is too constraining; the tutti parts are too dominating. She was simply not able to shine the way she can when given the opportunity. This concerto is frequently referred to as one of Vivaldi's "xeroxed concertos"--those he cranked out for his orchestra of girl orphans. Of course, with Vivaldi even a "xeroxed concerto" is a gem; and, given their masterly soloist, the HRO might have made something of this one--if only the strings and the harpsichord...
...live. We are not sure our land is under us. Ten feet away, no one hears us. But wherever there's even a half-conversation, we remember the Kremlin s mountaineer. His thick fingers are fat as worms, his words reliable as ten pound weights. His boot tops shine, his cockroach mustache is laughing. About him, the great, his thin-necked, drained advisors. He plays with them. He is happy with half-men around him. They make touching and funny animal sounds. He alone talks Russian. One after another, his sentences like horseshoes! He pounds them out. He always...