We are in an endless lock-in at the all-you-can-eat big-byte buffet and we've eaten the key.
Levin and Pelzic, despite their differences in class and background, are fellow victims of the general decline in civility that has transformed our cities into such jungles that two would‐be macho stags think nothing of spending an endless night locking symbolic horns.
We're all on the air, all the time: novelists and Target employees and stay-at-home moms, locked in an endless loop of "Hot or Not" that plays out online and feeds off the growing amount of help that's both accessible and affordable.
Even though it is nearly 20 years old, only a few of the larger river cruisers are designed to be able to navigate it, so we felt like pioneers as we cut through the landscape, on a seemingly endless series of locks which carried us to Nuremberg the next morning.
The reality of Josef's homework, assigned by his escape instructor, Herr Kornblum the endless tinkering with locks and knots that Thomas had covertly witnessed, night after night, in the faint lamplight of the bedroom the boys shared was far less interesting to him than his brother's earlier interest in coin tricks and card magic had been.
Ward returns to the theme of an artist in a decaying culture that he explored in his first wordless novel, Gods' Man (1929), and intended the work as a commentary on how the Depression that had colored outlooks since Gods' Man; headlines declaring endless layoffs, strikes, lock-outs, and political spin.
The volcanic locks and endless guitar solos are tethered to a thin plot concocted from showbiz clichés spruced up in skin-hugging leather and acid-washed denim.
The companies are still locked in endless legal disputes with Brazilian authorities and investors around the world, actions that could end up dragging out for years or decades.
It took an outsider, a black person from a former colony, to understand what was happening to a post-imperial country seemingly locked in endless decline.
Emma called to say she was fed up with being locked in endless pretentious conversations and that she was still looking for Stak.
Our parents push our buttons, and we press theirs, because we are locked in endless loops of ego identification with them (like that double figure-eight logo they keep showing on ABC's trashy new "Revenge").
