Word: whisperingly
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...possible to take a letter back to East Timor. Hasan overhears. "Shut up," he snaps. "What's the use of sending letters to infidels?" Later, Zachariah takes the visitor aside again: "Could you help me to return to East Timor next year?" he asks in a whisper. "I've heard my parents are still alive and I'd like to go back...
...cheater seems to hit particularly close to home. Many of us were brought up to believe that we were special. At Harvard, this sensibility infuses much of what we do and causes many of us to think that our hard work should reap substantial rewards. When cheaters among us whisper about their indiscretions, their stories usually fit within this framework...
...spotlight as usual, wireless mike in hand, dry-ice smoke swirling over the stage, his backing quartet ready to jump in on cue. His velvet baritone is caressing the crowd one moment with a few lines from a famous love song, dropping low to an intimate whisper the next, and then suddenly soaring, cracking with emotion to a near shout. All the while, his free hand is waving, gesturing, pointing and then is clasped to his chest in rapture. Indonesia's favorite preacher breaks into a bawdy grin as he jokes about the challenges facing Muslim men with more than...
...medieval medical history (Kass Professor of the History of Medicine Allan M. Brandt). But for every good teacher I’ve had, there is another who deserved the Teaching Police: there was the professor with organizational skills based solely on conversational whim, the professor who spoke in a whisper and looked up from his feet only when the fire alarm went off and the multiple professors who spent fourteen 52-minute sessions reading directly from thick pages of text. And let’s not forget the quality teaching fellows (TFs) who accompanied these professors. There...
...business trips. Every time, after we’d dropped her at the airport, I would lie in my bed and pray into my pillow that her plane wouldn’t crash. I didn’t know how to pray, so all I did was whisper to God over and over to please protect my mommy. Lately, religion has regained a tiny bit of its appeal. A part of me still wants to believe, as I did then, that there has to be something besides just this reality. I wish this the most when things are going wrong...