Sentence examples for as if to echo from inspiring English sources

As if to echo its subject, What Time Is It There? is filmed in long scenes full of nothing.

His wife, Melania, sat beside him, as if to echo Nancy Reagan's support of the "Just say no" campaign during her husband's Administration.

As if to echo its title, the Hyères exhibition is spread over two different locations: the light-filled Villa perched on the hillside and in the darker Tour des Templiers in the old town.

As if to echo his grumble, a scandal broke this week about the grotesque salaries as much as $25,000 a month that the managers of Congo's state firms take home.Such fat-cattery irritates ordinary Congolese, not only because they would be lucky to earn as much in 100 years, but also because the firms in question provide practically no services to the poor.

"We don't want your tiny hands anywhere near our underpants," she sings over a drum-line beat, pairing the vulgarity of Trump's "grab 'em by the pussy" with the prudishness of the term "underpants," as if to echo in her rhyme the childishness of its target.

The image of one of the artists holding a Diet Coke superimposed on a photograph of malnourished inmates at Buchenwald and paired with a striped product barcode, as if to echo the stripes on the inmate uniforms, has provoked much outrage.

In each of these novels Roth strips his reclusive heroes of all of their sources of consolation--as if to echo, or compulsively repeat, the physical losses they incur as they get older.

Aficionados ferreted it out instantly in the first paragraphs of Bob Woodward's tale.... .. Almost as if she were determined to echo Brooks, Bumiller wrote that "Mr. Woodward, anxious and confused about his future, nonetheless displayed the kind of terrier instincts that would later serve him so well".

It's almost as if, by echoing George Bush's infamous claim of victory in Iraq in May 2003 just as the real war was beginning, the British prime minister is deliberately courting ridicule.

The dub effect that Horace Andy gives his own voice – as if applying echo to his singing on the fly – remains exquisite; the guitars that suddenly flood him on Angel are euphoric, but elsewhere they take the tinny thrash of cock-rock and make it even more brittle and nasty.

The song comes together with the gradual addition of new elements: that ghostly organ, a lone, quiet bass guitar, a Greek chorus of oohs echoing in the background as if to confirm that everything happened just as our narrator said it did.