In fairness to Benjamin, however, it should be pointed out that he was eighty-three athehe time Cosey tackled him, and that his eyesight (he always trusted to his natural vision, disdaining the magnifying glass most experts use) had begun to fail, because of a cataract; as soon as his daughter saw the brief, she recognized it as spurious by the uncharacteristic sheen of the ink.
As Jones tells it, she recognized it as the same substance that her coach, Trevor Graham, had given her repeatedly, telling her it was flaxseed oil and to place it under her tongue before swallowing it.
And when "Despacito" got its hooks in her, she recognized it as an early contender.
Twenty years later, as she chronicled Barack Obama's march toward the White House, she recognized it as the culmination of the story she'd been covering for much of her career.
She recognized it as the work of Aunt Lottie.
She recognized it as a bar, though she had never been in one before.
One such body had grabbed her by the ankle, and she recognized it as Bergen, a friend of her father's.
She recognized it as her grandmother, Anna Lally Keane (c. 1890 1968); upon seeing the picture, Lawlor snorted Coca-Cola from her nose in astonishment.
When she sees her own work, she recognizes it immediately as her own.
How, insofar as she recognized this, did she feel about it?
