Word: triumphant
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...Baltimore, for which Waters is still the perverse poet laureate, never looked lovelier. Watch the moon shimmer in a puddle, as a rat crawls through it. See Tracy triumphant, in her pink roach-patterned evening gown. See "Hairspray" too, on a double DVD (with "Pecker") that features Waters' ever-fabulous commentary. It's light and airy, but it will stick around: the first aerosol movie...
...also thought about using bear lard,” Teddy said, “but I’m a vegetarian.” (Sadly, in spite of tofurkey’s triumphant emergence as the cultural bridge between vegetarians and the rest of mankind, the creative minds at the forefront of vegetarian substitutes have yet to come up with a tofu-based option to satisfy a vegetarian’s occasional need for bear lard...
...successor, and also confer on him the nationalist moral authority necessary to make the compromises of statesmanship. But while Barghouti may imagine himself in the role of a Palestinian Mandela, he can't relish the fact that between the South African leader's conviction on terrorism charges and his triumphant release, he languished in prison for a quarter century...
...Elvis sent the Romanovs scurrying from the Winter Palace, Jerry Lee was Lenin triumphant - the shock of the new suddenly sitting, smirking, raving on the old throne. Except JLL sat on a piano stool. Sat at the beginning, anyway. Then the fingers at the ends of those long, thin, untanned arms attacking the piano with the furiously proficient ardor of a Rubinstein or a Rubirosa. Yes, children, I remember that performance as if it were from the best, clearest yesterday that changed my teen tomorrows. But Nick Tosches, Lewis' biographer, conjures it with an infernal eloquence I couldn't match...
...yelps of a pack on the run reverberate through the hills behind Parkview, one of Hong Kong's posher gated communities. A plaintive "where are you?" cry from within the bush is answered by a chorus of "checking," followed by individual shouts of "chalk" and "flour." Moments later a triumphant "on on!" rings out, a bugle sounds the battle charge, and the runners, dripping with sweat, burst from the underbrush. Casually slinging quips, jokes and benign insults with the easy camaraderie of old acquaintances, the 30-large herd mills around a clearing, in search of the next sign marked...