Word: resounding
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Although it has long been famously neutral, Switzerland, as an English scholar once wrote, "has been in a state of war every weekend since 1945." The gibe has more than a little truth to it. On weekends rifle ranges around the country resound with the din of thousands of Swiss practicing their marksmanship. At the same time, Northrop F-5E Tiger fighter jets skim along mountain faces and blue-gray-uniformed figures clamber down couloirs and across alpine meadows. With a militia of 625,000 men, Switzerland, as the well-worn saying goes, does not have an army...
...Brazilian star perhaps most widely admired abroad is Nascimento, who credits trumpeter Miles Davis, saxophonist John Coltrane and the Beatles as influences. In airy harmonies that resound with the church music of Minas Gerais, the state in east-central Brazil where he grew up, Nascimento writes uplifting sound poems full of yearning and determination. His music is infused with a near mystical celebration of life and love, coupled with a respect for nature that borders on animism. Ironically, Nascimento's records, as well as those of many of his popular colleagues, have been largely displaced on the radio playlists...
...water and sugar. The favorite diversion was foreign movies, most of them captured by the Red Army from German forces and shown in the "culture club" on the main floor. Johnny Weissmuller's Tarzan movies were most popular. After one such epic show, the Stromynka hostel would resound with jungle whoops by the students...
...recipes read like laboratory reports, and human voices could rarely be discerned above the instructions for tsp. and tbsp. But that was a generation ago. Today cooking has become a prime medium for self-expression, television has made superstars of once anonymous chefs, and the voices of food writers resound through their works...
...London air is sweet with jubilation. Few cars this day, and no Klaxons in the central part of town. Just bells pealing gaily and the sound of horses prancing in unison along the Mall. A great fanfare of trumpets arises from Westminster Abbey, and the stirring chords of Elgar resound through the vaulted nave. Then a hush. Through the breath-held stillness, two voices ring out. "I will." "I will." And then a great roar from outside, and rising above the spellbound listeners, beautiful and light, an aria by Mozart, and then another...