Word: soberly
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Bradley rarely strayed from his sober discussions of Yorty's past performance and the city's future prospects. He tried to deflect the attacks on him by telling well-dressed, middle-class audiences: "Funny, you don't look like black militants and white radicals." The line was no match for the Yorty advertisement showing a rather menacing picture of Bradley and asking the question: "Will your family be safe?" In white suburban neighborhoods, a new paste-up slogan appeared: AMERICA -LOVE IT OR LEAVE...
...side is "the great community of the mugs," also known as yobbos, taxpayers and sordids. They are all those sober, serious folk who "just don't want to know" but who live in the illusion that they are the real inhabitants of London. On the other side, opposed to the mugs, are spades, teenagers, whores and their ponces and pimps, coppers and their narks, junkies, gangsters black and white, seamen, Asians, layabouts and homosexuals. They are natives of the swinging London that no tourist sees, the ever-shifting, dodge-through-it city on a salt estuary, rich...
...were simply drifters whose luck had run out in Fairbanks and who wanted to earn enough money for the next month's grubstake. The government clerks passed any high school kid who could lie about his age with a straight face and any drunk who could look sober enough for a three-minute interview. The recruits then piled into two buses and drove off to a smoke-jumper base...
...Snow. Half a century before the Impressionists, Constable was fascinated by the effects of light-in particular, light that came from his beloved and changeable English sky. His ambition, he said, was to "give one moment caught from fleeting time a lasting and sober existence." In his sketches are dozens of studies of clouds. He strove to capture the sparkling play of light on leaves, grass and stones. To achieve this, he daubed little blobs of white and color onto his canvases, making no attempt to blend them-as can be seen in his enchanting little study of Rushes...
every poem is open, and not closed, to all the winds of the spirit and the world; and the poetry of Ungaretti has always communicated to me a freshness, a free air, of boundless light and the persuasion of a voice both moved and moving . . . so sober, so precise with his phrases, so concise amidst the silences of white spaces...