Word: seeps
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...time and place where he held the first Burning Man. "It was right out of the cinema," he says of that day on the beach with his girlfriend. "I said to myself, 'Don't look at her that way.' And of course I did. And I felt my soul seep out the corner of my eye." It is convincing and heartbreaking and real and perhaps a lie, but it doesn't matter. Religions have been built on far less...
...Florida and Texas were almost unanimous in their support, since it was in their states that much station work would be done. As early as 1992, NASA lobbyists had been descending on Washington with cheery charts and maps making the point that as the project grew, the money would seep out in countless directions. BUSINESS GETTING BUCK$, one map read, promising a "procurement constituency" of 40 states. After the 1993 vote, this hard sell only increased. "NASA approached this the way a defense project is approached," says Mehl. "I don't think pork necessarily changes minds. It's just...
...doesn't travel through Delhi; one doesn't stay a few months as an observant guest. Like a lentil softened in pot of steaming dal, one is forced to absorb the city's scalding brew, to let it seep under her skin and flavor her tender flesh. Mouths, nostrils become cultural portals, entry points through which the diesel fumes of a Tata bus, the bite of a roadside fried samosa and the burn of the scorching sun enter one's body and transform one's soul. Here, the ordinary becomes the extraordinary and the magnificent flows from the mundane...
...combatants were all white boys, scruffy little Dead End kids. One day I outflanked a boy in the woods and sidearmed a perfect strike at his head with a rock the size of a plum. It struck him on the temple. He clutched his head and I saw blood seep between his fingers. I ran home in horror, and hid. I was sure I had killed him. I had not. I had fractured his skull...
...narrative strategies of City of God to start meshing, but readers willing to be intrigued and patient for about 30 pages will get the hang of things. The entire novel comes from the notebooks of an author called Everett. Although he never reveals his last name, other personal details seep into his story. He is a New Yorker, born in the Bronx during the Depression. He has written for the movies, enjoys women, music and bird watching and keeps up on the latest theories of the cosmologists. After setting down a bravura description of the Big Bang, Everett adds...