One time only he suddenly yelled: 'I wish I could walk.'" She moves her head as she speaks, and her half-sentences flitting here and there are brush strokes, snippets of thought that paint a vivid picture.
A professional party planner, she is the most frenzied of them all, flitting here and there in her Land Rover, shaggy hairdo artfully askew, crashing into a nice Iranian doctor's Mercedes, dashing and strewing things and being as perky and addled as Ms. Ryan can be when she's on full adorable.
It advises that there is no need for women to "flit here and there to get degrees and so on just so she can try to prove that her intelligence is greater than a man's".
Education, mainly in religious teachings and domestic work, stops at 15 and it advises that there is no need for women to "flit here and there to get degrees and so on just so she can try to prove that her intelligence is greater than a man's".
Although the stage was alive with motion, causing the eye to flit here and there, Fenley somehow managed to imbue the choreography with stillness and serenity, even in an impish repeated motif of stylized flexed arms and fists — a gentle play on a pugilist's pose.
Although the stage was alive with motion, causing the eye to flit here and there, Fenley somehow managed to imbue the choreography with stillness and serenity, even in an impish repeated motif of stylized flexed arms and fists a gentle play on a pugilist's pose.
It continues: "There is no need for her to flit here and there to get degrees and so on, just so she can try to prove that her intelligence is greater than a man's".
Normally I open here with two paragraphs that are barely-if-at-all related to the ensuing list, and I am flitting here and flitting there you know, making jokes with it, doing an entire paragraph-long sentence that my editor just deletes entirely; I'm feeling good, I'm feeling foolish, I'm having fun.
But the bubble reputation flits here, flits there.
What with the flaming lights, the deep shadows, the confusing noise of hammers, drills, and chains, the half-naked forms flitting about, with here and there a Sisyphus rolling his stone, one might, if of a poetic temperament, get a realizing sense of Dante's Inferno".
