Water temperatures too are looking forebodingly
similar to those of 2005, said Hebert.
It was all too familiar: a country--the cracked heel of the Arabian Peninsula--with a forebodingly
stark landscape, loosely ruled by a weak central government and a patchwork of tribal sheikhs, the newest gang of al Qaeda operatives convening in hideouts at the end of long, dirt roads.
Norman Vance bas argued that both the proponents and opponents of empire used the history of Roman expansion to justify their positions, noting that the Roman model possessed a "rich, unstable ambiguity" that allowed it to be widely applied in general terms to the reality of Greater Britain, and also to specific concerns such as imperial governance, consolidation, and, more forebodingly
The narrator comments forebodingly
that Septimius's action "had kept a mischief alive and active, which otherwise would have gone to decay" (250).
The central panel depicts a woman vulnerable in the forebodingly
dark atmosphere; the boat in the left-hand panel evokes the possibility or impossibility of escape; while the noose on its starboard bow is ominous.
Latterly his subtle and canny works have suffered undue neglect, both from promoters of critical anglocentrism and from Scots readers who detected in the Castalians a decadence pointing forebodingly
to the Union of the Crowns and a Scottish cultural identity gone south.
Seeded sixth and seventh respectively, Serena and Venus hover forebodingly
in the draw just waiting to ambush unsuspecting glamour girls.
The filmmakers devise a series of reasonably plausible excuses to periodically move potential victims away from the safety of crowds and back to the hotel suite (which, thanks to lenser Checco Varese and production designer Jon Gary Steele, looks and feels as forebodingly
creepy as a haunted house).
He famously and forebodingly
dissented alone in Morrison v.
The trunk, which would later house Iachimo, stood forebodingly
between the ill-fated newlyweds.
Nazism and communism, the stuff of nightmares in the 1950s, loomed forebodingly
in postwar social criticism.
asks reporter and associate professor of journalism, Alan Weisman, in his forebodingly
titled new book, The World Without Us.