Word: hovering
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...summer, Ronald Reagan promised that, as President, he would see to it that interest rates came down and stayed down. His pledge is already something of an embarrassment around the White House. Instead of declining, as Administration economic officials have been predicting all spring, interest rates have continued to hover at near record levels, weakening businesses, slowing growth and making a mockery of economic and budgetary planning by companies large and small alike...
After all, newspapers are everyone else's data base. They man the courtrooms, roam government's many corridors, endure hours of legislative watch, hover around police stations, pursue nature's floods and disasters. A latticework of such reporting all around the world is gathered by a jointly owned collective, the Associated Press, and its rival United Press International. At a relentless high-speed rate of 1,200 words a minute, 24 hours a day, the wire services supply the printed press, give radio disc jockeys their "rip and read" news, and alert television producers where to dispatch...
...zero. Some of the chill is shyness. When she was younger she used to go to parties and hide in the shadow of her second husband, Michael Wilding. One night Humphrey Bogart told her to sit by herself and make people come to her. She did-and people now hover around her-but a trace of that early reticence remains nonetheless. Part of her reserve is a learned, animal response to prying reporters. "I have a great respect for my privacy," she says, "and the only way I can keep myself private is by not being too open. I once...
...this time which raises terrible issue for its artists. They show the truancy and lack of real content of daydreams. Consequently the pieces reside in no unified time or place: The first takes place in a mythical Alpine village, the last in a farcical New York, while others hover lightly over the Persian Gulf, Long Island, the Charles River, a Vermont farm. Italy and London, in times ranging from the turn of the century to the present. The only continuous impulse unifying the characters is a desire to have a satisfying dream-life. In this book of fiction from...
...holes. That's how it is on Sunday. Fishermen arrive in force, some driving out onto the ice in pickup trucks to set up the shanties they use for protection, others pulling sledges loaded with equipment and six-packs of beer, still others zinging along in snowmobiles. Temperatures hover around the freezing mark, a moderate offshore wind is blowing out of the southeast. North toward Canada, the ice stretches as far as the eye can see, an unbroken white expanse that merges with the gray horizon of snow-laden clouds...