"Ding, ding, ding," he writes, using the game-show tune for a right answer, as Chevron lawyers match phrases in the ruling to files on Mr Donziger's computer.In contrast, Mr Barrett makes for an impressively even-handed judge as he appraises his saga's "knaves and villains".
He appraises the novels: in his view, only the anti-communist fable, "Animal Farm" (1945) and "Nineteen Eighty-Four", his dystopian vision of global tyranny (1949), rise to the level of the finest essays or "Homage to Catalonia".
In Germany, for instance, a "liquidity consortium", not the Bundesbank, appraises the solvency of stricken banks and lends them funds if they look salvageable.
Thus, even in ordinary life, one appraises, for example, the intelligence of people in the light of what they do, how they do it, and how fast they do it when confronted with various tasks or problems.
In her desperate straits, Clarissa appraises too highly the qualities that set Lovelace beyond the world of her family, and, when he offers protection, she runs off with him.
In the second essay, "Down at the Cross: Letter from a Region in My Mind," Baldwin recounts his coming-of-age in Harlem, appraises the Black Muslim (Nation of Islam) movement, and gives a statement of his personal beliefs.
To Pinkerton, who pointedly appraises the maid Suzuki (Patricia Orr) as she arrives, Cio-Cio San is merely the most captivating of the fluttering Japanese women in their heavy, ornate costumes.
David Barnett appraises Stan Lee's new creation The year long-form crime journalism found its audience 'Dogs are not babies!' A group of hardy folk signed up to live the hunter-gatherer existence of our Stone Age ancestors for a fascinating TV series.
And when Parini appraises the work, he has the knack for finding just the right phrase, as when he refers to Melville's "iron whimsicality": a more precise description of his singular prose style you will not find.
She appraises them coolly as husband material, so that the decision to accept Denis ("not a very attractive creature"), rather than a 47-year old doctor by whom she was a good deal more smitten, seems more than ever a calculated career move.
Surveillance is a word that resonates when it comes to appraising the art of the extraordinarily long-lived and ceaselessly productive Louise Bourgeois, who died this week, aged 98. Usually it is the onlooker who appraises the work of art.
