BOB HOPE wins consecutive majors in heaven, beating Babe Didrickson Zaharias in the Heaven Masters and, ironically, EARL WOODS in the Heaven Open.
— Jan, Stone Ridge, NY The hideous sun, swollen like a rotten maggot upon the face of the heavens, beat down upon my sweat-besotted brow like an infernal hammer, straight from the depth of the lower pits of Hell.
The rocket boy who has been reaching for heaven to beat the Russians descends into the inferno to beat his father, who resists his efforts at discovery, and his father's enemies.
I was close to the finish line of the hundred-metre track, and he was at the start, awaiting his first heat of the Games, and going through his pre-race routine: glancing to the heavens and beating a brief tattoo, with his index fingers, on an invisible drum.
Don't expect to go to heaven when you beat someone up.
A children's choir prayed to the Lord, gospel artist Guvna B was there "kingdom skanking" his way up to heaven, the African beats of Muyiwa provided a sense of impetus and Boris Johnson gave the event an national profile.
For the show I'm not playing No 1 in Heaven, I'm playing Beat the Clock – people love that one.
Gaskell was beautiful, worldly and dizzyingly public: a mother of four; familiar with Florence Nightingale, Ruskin, Thomas Carlyle, and even Dickens, with whom she did not get on ("If I were Mr G," exclaimed Dickens, "oh heaven, how I would beat her").
But Mr. Mondello said of Mr. Ciotti, "He won the Conservative ticket as a write-in candidate, and while the Democrats have moved heaven and earth to beat him, they haven't been able to, and won't again".
(She stoutly resisted his editing, however, and in one fight over the serialisation of North and South he exclaimed: "Oh, Mrs Gaskell fearful fearful! If I were Mr G O Heaven how I would beat her").
