Word: wining
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...beige chiffon-and-lace dress, Ari in his dark blue business suit. John and Car oline, each carrying a single tall white candle, flanked them. As Archimandrite Polykarpos Athanassion intoned the solemn Greek of the nuptial liturgy, Jackie and Ari exchanged rings and wreaths of lemon blossoms, and drank wine from a single chalice. Then the priest led them round a table three times in the ritual dance of Isaiah. Traditionally in the dance, one of the newlyweds steps on his (or her) partner's foot to signify who will command in the marriage. None of the 25 guests...
Last year's renovations included the installation of a circular room lined with bookcases and carpeted in red, the engagement of a specialist in the repair of Delft tile, and the restoration of some of the Castle's leaded glass windows, Rivaldo said. "We also bought a lot of wine," he added...
...standard list Murphy added the Humphrey postulates-no feasts in his room, "just cheddar cheese, saltine crackers, diet root beer, Canadian Club and soda, 'wine of the country,' usually ten bottles of beer." Most of all, Murphy dreaded the "dragon's tail effect"-that frightening phenomenon in which a mere twitch at the tail's base can be come a paroxysm by the time it reaches the tip. By lingering an hour over schedule in one place, the Humphrey cavalcade can make a shambles of a whole day's tight schedule...
...scrounged up a convoy of trucks and liberated-under fire -the entire workshop of the Shell-B.P. refinery there. When Aba had to be evacuated last month for lack of ammo, Paddy was one of the last men out, a machine gun in one hand, a demijohn of wine in the other. Captain Armand, a former French paratrooper and veteran of Algeria, sports a Yul Brynner pate and fights on despite bazooka fragments in one hand. Another veteran has just left Steiner. Captain Alec, a onetime British paratrooper, used to walk around with a Madsen submachine...
...when he first springs to life in Faust's laboratory, it is readily apparent that this is a Devil who bursts with the power of his own evil. He taunts God endlessly, even pulling an arrow brazenly from the chest of a statue of St. Sebastian to make wine flow from the wound. The new Faust might even be called Mephistopheles, so outrageous is it in its affront to operatic tradition. Yet it works because its theatrical departures are brilliantly conceived and its characters, for once, are almost believable...