Word: tails
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...thousand years, venice's fate has been inextricably tied to water: the city famous for its canals is even shaped like a fish, with an imposing tail bifurcating at the Isola di San Pietro. Over the centuries, the Venetians' empire-building navies gave them grandiose reason to stage an annual Marriage with the Sea--the doge on board a gilded galley flinging a ring into the lagoon in mythic matrimony. Last week, however, the sea wanted more than a ring: the Adriatic appeared to be reeling in all of Venice itself, grabbing at it with the worst floods La Serenissima...
Whenever terrorism rears its head in India, it has probably left its tail in Pakistan. Or so seems the knee-jerk instinct of many Indians. But in the wake of last week's Mumbai terrorist attacks, that sentiment may be, in this instance, correct. Ongoing investigations by Indian police - helped in part by the capture of the sole surviving terrorist, 21-year-old Pakistani Ajmal Amir Kasab - suggest that the attacks may have been conceived and carried out primarily by Pakistanis, with the backing of noted terrorist organizations acting within Pakistani territory. This is a revelation that will surprise...
Damaris was one of the dancers who used to perform with our band--more than 40 years after the Mafia quit Havana, some Cubans still like their music accompanied by girls in slinky sequined outfits with tail feathers. Damaris and the drummer, Piri, wound up having a daughter together but eventually divorced. He moved to Mexico, found a new wife and had another child. So Damaris is raising their child alone in a small apartment in the shadow of the capitol...
...Each morning this summer, I was awoken up by the sound of Billy’s tail vehemently whipping the side of his crate. Try as I might to ignore it, with my short nerves and his small bladder, I’d soon be out of bed and embracing the morning. With no innate understanding of the wrong side of the bed, Billy would wake up each morning charged and eager to take on the day, and I quickly grew accustomed to the smell of kibble before coffee. Before long, not only had I surrendered my New York Times...
...with a Dionysian disregard for order, Barlow leaves the rules of the game frustratingly vague. How will he know if he eats every part? How much of each part does he have to eat? Do eyeballs count? His headfirst dives into platefuls of snouts, curly tails, and the rare strip of tasty bacon leave no time for strategy. The unplanned, dizzying journey that results takes him from chorizo festivals to “ant-throwing bacchanals” and from the hills of ancient towns to the kitchen table of Fidel Castro’s favorite cousin. Along...