Word: thirsts
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...ordinary person, whether in this country, or Great Britain, can gossip authentically only about the mediocre people he knows; and, while it is enjoyable, his soul yearns for something more aristocratic. This thirst after coronets has been the cause of Mr. Michael Ariens present prosperity. And, for that matter, he did well enough with imaginary peers and Honorables; but the real inside story of genuine dukes and prime ministers leaves such vapid tales absolutely nowhere. Even the "gentleman with a duster" and Margot Asquith have not sated the public's taste for what the Duke of Devonshire said when...
...haste" to do as they were told. That hope was dying became manifest in the furious urgency with which Navy officials investigated the most obviously fabricated reports of the plane's discovery. Somewhere in the corrugated deserts of the Pacific the ship floated, her men in a torment of thirst, staring at the horizon, or somewhere a mass of torn fabric and splintered wood served as a roost for gulls who waited for certain objects (which had sunk) to rise again. One or the other must be found. The ships, the planes, and the 18 destroyers, continued searching...
...footsore lot who had come by auto and special train, dusty and dirty, many carrying in the parade little black bags with their belongings; bundles of clothes and food bulged many robes; some carried civilian hats in their hands. And it was frightfully hot. There was an awful thirst upon them. Watermelon and ice cream cones were consumed ad infinitum from many a vendor...
...yelling after an hour or two of reading in the library. To satisfy this need, which is particularly pressing at this time of the year, we must walk down two long flights of steps to the wash room in the basement of the library, and attempt to quench our thirst with the luke warm water of the faucet. This process takes five or ten minutes...
...darkness of dawn, he flung his stunted daughters from their beds to serve as acolytes, If the ceremonies were bungled, Mr. Tasker booted the acolytes or smashed their faces with a pitchfork. On feast days, the gods were offered the carcasses of horses or cows. The blood thirst that the gods thus developed happened to save Mr. Tasker the embarrassment and expense of burying his father when he, a drunken tramp, was throttled in the pig-yard one night by Mr. Tasker's watchdog. It was at moments of this sort that joy filled Mr. Tasker's soul...