Sentence examples for conflagration of a from inspiring English sources

Both are matters of design: a set of crystalline trees that suggest the aesthetic exaltations of the horrors posed by the gene-splicing space invaders, and a final conflagration of a overwrought enormity that runs just a few moments but suggests nonetheless the proximity of the ridiculous to the sublime.

It's like you light the kindling and then see this conflagration of a huge fire.

All of Tarkovsky's films excepting the last two, Nostalgia and particularly The Sacrifice, which even I have to admit muddles through a lot of forgettable spiritual pabulum before its conflagration of a finale are basically free of cliché or convention.

Any progress we make, to me, is fleeting because underneath it there's the smoldering coal about to break out in conflagration of a hatred and a subjugation of women and we're not paying attention to that, and it's smoldering away.

The Arpaio pardon is a perfect conflagration of all of the ways that Trump has systematically undermined these authorities over the course of his first seven months in office.

Before the ghetto was consumed in the final conflagrations of an armed rebellion, Mr. Ringelblum's archive was buried in tin boxes and milk cans that were only partly rediscovered after the war.

I don't think that it is for me to dwell much on the Dome, a conflagration of public money on a truly epic scale.

FutureTV, a conflagration of hardware and software, turns a television set into an interactive device that lets mouse potatoes peruse broadcast TV and radio, surf the Net, exchange e-mails, shop online and order video programming.

"The result of aggression against Cuba will be the start of a conflagration of incalculable consequences, and they will be affected too," he told the Cuban people.

Seriously enough, the first is the bent image of a defeated Dust Bowl farmer; but we rise to Benjamin Franklin in the smoke from a mill fire, Mickey Rooney from a conflagration of old tires and F. Scott Fitzgerald in cement dust from a New York City street.

It feels more like a meeting, or a conflagration, of equals.