Word: slept
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...spotted a monster hill looming ahead. Behind it was another, and then another. As I panted upward, suddenly the van whirred into sight. Did I want a lift after all? Please! That night, after some exhilarating seaside riding, I dined on fresh scallops at a trendy Lunenburg restaurant and slept tucked into an antique four-poster in a Victorian...
...Stephen Jay Gould reinvented science writing. Before him we had the flowery exaltation of nature ("Far in the empty sky a solitary esophagus slept upon motionless wing," in Mark Twain's parody) and skin-deep attempts to bring science to the masses. Gould's essays were something else: witty, respectful of readers' intelligence, always finding a principle in a grain of sand and a law in a wildflower. That they were also a velvet glove for Gould's iron convictions drove many scientists crazy, but we all admired his explanatory gifts. My favorite essay was about Joe DiMaggio...
...clerics retired apart, and the rest of those trapped inside initially slept on the cold flagstones in the basilica. But after the first week, several of the Palestinians admit, some of their number broke into the monks' quarters and stole blankets as well as crucifixes and icons. Even with covers, a full night's rest was out of the question. The Israeli soldiers outside kept the noise constant with loudspeakers calling on those in the church to come out. Then, too, the captives were constantly on edge, fearing a surprise attack...
...obligation, leaving my mother and father too spent to worry about the more banal problems of their normal son. But at some point in my early teens, in the confusing years of adolescence, I stopped having friends over. Noah's condition dictated what we ate and when we slept and to a great degree how we lived. We never had fancy furniture because he chewed on the couch cushions and spit on the carpets. He would pull apart anything more complicated than a pencil. I was ashamed of our home and family. Already marked as different by virtue of being...
...Palestinian village of Kafr Khalil, shots rang out. The cars halted, and the terrified mourners poured out. Tzameret and her husband lay in a ditch at the roadside as Israeli soldiers returned fire up into the olive groves. The gun battle lasted 30 minutes. Since then Tzameret has slept no more than two hours a night, fearing intruders in the settlement where she lives, which has no perimeter fence. Each time she leaves the house she fears that she too might be ambushed on the winding desert road from her home in the Jordan Valley up to Jerusalem. She puts...