I don't think he knows much about gardening, but he can at least dig and water, and some of the things he sows come up, and some of the plants he plants grow, besides which he is the most unflaggingly
industrious person I ever saw, and has the great merit of never appearing to take the faintest interest in what we do in the garden.
They were cheerful and generous beyond their means, unflaggingly
loyal to their nieces, their nieces' children, and their children.
First, seek a mutual commitment to being unflaggingly
The Lombard Lilac Parade Committee would like to thank all those who have unflaggingly
supported Lombard and the Lilac Parade.
That absence applies, not to the official celebration alone - of which I have never been a part anyway - but to the annual ritual by civic groups, a ritual of both tribute and defiance that has been unflaggingly
observed till now.
They'll then drop you off at your destination, again with a friendly goodbye, but not before giving you your exact change, down to the last centavo - and the same holds true of drivers from my hometown of Cebu: They'll give you what you are owed, after a trip in which they were unflaggingly
respectful, kind, and courteous.
Viccaji's special gift lies in her ability to make the ordinary seem extraordinary, and it is this that unflaggingly
sustains the reader's interest throughout the book.
Moving easily between the roles of critic, polemicist, prose poet, acerbic comic, opinionated heckler, and eulogist, and ranging across manifesto, lecture, review, dramatic text, and aphorism, Magritte's writings demonstrate an unflaggingly
scabrous wit and provide an invaluable textual anchorage for his work as a painter.
So I was intrigued to chart the disparity between 'behind the scenes' Ayoade and the unflaggingly
quick-witted, supremely confident and effortlessly entertaining Ayoade who comes to life every time the cameras start to roll.
So I was intrigued to chart the disparity between "behind the scenes" Ayoade and the unflaggingly
quick-witted, confident and effortlessly entertaining Ayoade who comes to life every time the cameras start to roll.
Huebner's work here not only presents a nuanced understanding of Mead's relations to his social environment, but also a comprehensive look into Mead's own character, especially his pervasive curiosity about science and social organization, and his unflaggingly
progressive views and trust in the value of social reform and mass democracy.
It's certainly epic, and Petrenko drew an epic performance from the RLPO, from the unflaggingly
fierce opening march, through the romantic Alma Mahler theme on strings (cinematically, picture Scarlett O'Hara sweeping around in 15 yards of velvet curtain while Atlanta burns), faint hints of cowbell and on to all hell breaking loose in a massive surge of adrenaline-rush sound.