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pièce de résistance
(Fr.) most outstanding item, particularly applied to the finest dish in a meal.
(The Penguin Dictionary for Writers and Editors)
miles gloriosus
not -sis; pronounced meel'-us glore-ee-oh'-sus; a braggart, particularly a braggart soldier
(The Penguin Dictionary for Writers and Editors)
malevolent / malignant
'Malevolent' is literally 'wishing ill', as a 'malevolent' look or tone of voice. 'Malignant', a more powerful word, means 'wishing to cause harm' as a 'malignant' delight in someone else's misfortunes. With reference to diseases it means 'causing death', as a 'malignant' growth -- contrasted with a 'benign' one which is not normally fatal.
(The Penguin Dictionary of the Confusibles)
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Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.
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"Sketching Days"
posted Tuesday, September 3, 2002:
It was night when I arrived; an evening where all signs pointed towards yes and I was simply the triangle surfacing to proclaim the news. The traffic was light because it was a week night, but the city was awake with a million glittering eyes. I was waiting for Dave and Veronica in their apartment, staring at the tabula rasa walls and unfurnished living room, the unfurnished weekend, slowly savoring the possibilities in my mind.
By the unyielding force of fate or Dave's good graces, I was whisked away, sleeveless t-shirt and all, into his car and to a bar that always looks much more colorful from the sidewalk outside than it does standing within its smoky confines. It offered good company and good drinks—and by "good," I mean mixed drinks that aren't really mixed with anything besides ice—and we had our fill of both, perhaps more than our fill.
Mike was in Snowmass. By the time he returned on Friday, I was virtually recovered from Wednesday night's escapade. We went to dinner and sat at the bar, eating food that would last us throughout the weekend and ultimately be finished on Monday afternoon before I returned home. His pockets were full of toys, his eyes with stories for me. His presence was inconspicuous but held a quiet that I took comfort in and he later apologized for being boring. Nothing could be further from the truth. I told him that a great majority of life is boring. Perhaps the trick is to find someone you enjoy spending the daily in's and out's with.
I slid home easily, uneventfully, the weekend fully furnished and the upcoming week laying itself out in front of me like the blueprint for an important building. I penciled in the details, the company, the food and drinks, schoolwork, and the boring in's and out's. Thinking of routine in the context of cool summer nights or attractive company makes it a bit more appealing. «
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