Word: waft
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...compiling identifications for each garment that list first the fabrics of the dress, then its owner. The designer or the house that made the dress is relegated to smaller type. That is fitting enough, perhaps, for a show so smitten with what used to be called society. Nostalgia may waft through these corridors like L'Heure Bleue, but it is based in longing not for a vanished elegance but for trammeled privilege and status cut on the bias. Remembrance of rank past...
...argued that summer is no season to challenge audiences with the new and unusual, that all they want to do is sit back and let the celestial strains of the classics waft over them. The big festivals certainly seem to subscribe to this philosophy. But, luckily, not all of them...
...Definitive," remarks Commentary Editor Robert Alter, "except for the omission of a computerized convector-current olfactory unit to waft about in seven pre-sequenced patterns the odor of rotten bread, potato peels and scorched flesh...
...Americans, the world's judgment seems to be rigged up to a perverse double standard. Let only a rumor waft through, a propagandist's mischievous fantasy about the CIA's organizing the attack on the Sacred Mosque at Mecca, and rioters swarm like film extras against U.S. consulates from Turkey to India; in Islamabad, Pakistan, two Americans die and the embassy goes up in flames. Let the U.S. admit the deposed Shah for temporary medical treatment, and the Tehran embassy, with all occupants, becomes the property of overheated Shi'ite gunmen. But let four Soviet divisions...
When Wade hunches over his banjo, he is a figure of rapturous communion, a man lost in a love affair with an instrument. The songs may be poignantly plaintive, boisterously celebratory or ironically funny. His fingers pluck the strings with steely precision or waft over them like a passing zephyr. Always there is the pulsing drive of his ever moving feet, percussively accenting the chords and the words...