Word: soarings
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...peacetime to all U.S. airlines, which would leave little doubt that the fall of TWA Flight 800 was deliberate terror. If the plane was sabotaged, the disaster becomes America's third milestone on a forced march into a demonic dimension, even as the country had been preparing to soar to Olympic heights. If the 230 who died last week were murdered, then the toll of terror is escalating precipitously: six people died in the bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993; 168 in the Oklahoma City attack in 1995. And as it waits for the sea to give...
...unblinking testament to all-American dysfunction at the very site, the vacation home, where family togetherness is supposed to be at its best. Fortunately for us, this timeworn standard serves as a steady summit from which innovative actors like Camp, and occasionally Stuhlbarg, can find sure footing, then soar...
...infectious giddiness. A sign over a manhole reads mon sewer; one song rhymes Quasi with "was he" and "bourgeoisie." At times the cathedral is a theme park, with cute characters, dark scary spots and a drain pipe that Quasi uses as a giant water slide. The movie may not soar like Aladdin or roar like The Lion King, and it demands plenty of parental guidance; but it fulfills the Disney animators' dream. From a blank sheet of paper, monsters and magic emerge...
...directions and mounted on the building's ultimate tower. Without warning you are shot up, as if sprung from a killer rubber band, 160 ft. into the sky at 45 m.p.h. and four Gs. And then, dear Lord!, you slam back down at negative gravity, your body pleading to soar through the restraints. Up and down you go a few more times in decreasing extremes. The whole thing, which lasts 31 sec., is a great, bearable kick. It's like experiencing, at warp speed, a manic-depressive attack. It is, one imagines, a lot like being inside Bob Stupak...
...knew better than to try. Clinton delivered a nice eulogy, full of humor and fond remembrance, but he didn't soar. Maybe he was tired of metaphysics; maybe his instincts told him to give it a rest. But when Brown's flag had been folded and taps had been played, Clinton did one more thing in memory of his friend. He got in a helicopter, flew to Baltimore, Maryland, and raked in $800,000 at two campaign fund raisers. If he hadn't gone, Clinton knew, Brown would have raised hell...