(Witness, apart from outright imitators, the devilish impetuosities of Josh Smith, Joe Bradley, Oscar Murillo, and others in a recent survey at the Museum of Modern Art, "The Forever Now: Contemporary Painting in an Atemporal World").
George and Alan don't go big on policy details aside from some sniping at the devilish Europe, thus ignoring their manifesto commitments – boo to homosexuality and abortion, hooray for creationism and Christian teaching in schools.
And the course was no classic seaside links over sheep-grazed meadows, but rather the two-year-old Straits Course at Whistling Straits, built from scratch by Pete Dye, the devilish golf course architect, on the site of an abandoned military firing range.
Able to retrieve shots from the most devilish angles with his incredible speed, willing to counterpunch until his opponent drops out with an impatient swing, Hewitt won his first Wimbledon title with the same methodical precision he used to take his first United States Open 10 months ago.
Nathan Opposition is the guitarist, vocalist and de facto leader of Ancient VVisdom, a band from the notoriously devilish Midwest of America that manage to make acoustic guitars sound like Beezlebub screaming.
Take, for example, this moment Wednesday that had me rummaging through Lincicome's golf bag trying to ascertain just what she needed as we contemplated par from the contoured fairway of the devilish 11th hole.
Mr. Ghindin began the concert in the nursery, with Schumann's "Kinderszenen" ("Scenes From Childhood"), and ended it conquering the devilish demands of Liszt's Sonata in B minor, the highlight of the evening.
But when Kasher traverses the audience looking for commentary from the audience, the angelic Phil Donahue, and the devilish wise-cracking comedian on Kasher's shoulders seem to come into conflict with each other.
Part of the devilish cunning of Coe's delicious imbroglio derives from the simple historical fact that the Belgians, in the spirit of schadenfreude, have placed the Soviet and American pavilions adjacent to each other, not far from the Britannia.
The Whisperers, by John Connolly (Hodder, £17.99) The title refers to the devilish tenants of a jewel-encrusted gold box looted from an Iraq museum in 2003.
