Word: staggering
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...only strings and a few select wind instruments. Mozart composed this piece in his spare time while attending his sick father in London, and, so the story goes, said to his sister Nannerl, "Remind me to give the horn something worthwhile to do!" If that were not enough to stagger anyone, there are moments of soaring loveliness in this Symphony. It has the clarity of sound and rhythm of the Baroque style, though at one point the piece breaks into a hemiola of three-against-two that was highly unusual for its time. The Symphony is cute and simple, though...
...lunch is served only from 12-2, preventing students with consecutive midday classes from eating in-house until dinner. And how many of us have finished classes and meetings only to realize that it's past 7 and dinner is over? The best solution to this problem is to stagger hours: Those houses with shared kitchens can have similar hours, but that shouldn't keep Winthrop, for example, from closing one hour after Adams for lunch, or Dunster from being open for dinner until eight o'clock...
...Though he had received special security driving training from Mercedes-Benz, medical experts say that Paul could have been drunk enough to stagger and have blurred vision. At the moment of the crash, he had to contend with driving an unwieldy, armored Mercedes at speeds more than triple the posted 30 mph limit ? all the while being pursued by paparazzi on motor scooters. When the car entered the 660-ft. tunnel on the Place de l'Alma, investigators say, it struck the concrete divider that separates the eastbound lanes from the westbound and apparently cartwheeled, overturning, then spinning nearly...
...McCourt recalls in a spunky, bittersweet memoir called Angela's Ashes (Scribner; 364 pages; $24), his dad was both a kindly parent and a world-class rummy. Sober enough during the week, on paydays Malachy McCourt would guzzle away his wages at a pub and, late Friday night, stagger home, penniless. There, while his wife Angela wept and railed, he would coax his sons into singing old patriot tunes and roar that they must be ready to die for Ireland. Next morn, as oft as not, he would be too groggy for work. And thus was another job lost...
...with the fireflies of thousands of flash cameras sparkling in the night, Michael Johnson exploded from the blocks. He momentarily stumbled, then shifted into a gear previously known only to Mercury. The fireflies followed him as he came slinging out of the turn, obliterating the stagger and defying the laws of physics. According to Trinidad's Ato Boldon, who would finish third, "I saw a blue blur go by, whoosh, and thought, 'There goes first.'" As Johnson widened his lead, it was clear he was running for more than gold. Clyde Hart, Johnson's coach, later said...