A brief period of red hot hatred followed, when I watched the now-infamous Paxman interview in which he seemingly encouraged his fan base not to vote.
You just don't usually get this kind of hot hatred described in an ongoing marriage, one where the man hasn't beaten his wife, where they still have two young kids, where she hasn't replaced him with some more suitable mate - no, the book ends on her last failed trip with her husband to his homeland.
Several of Mr. Grasso's friends have also evinced a white-hot hatred of Mr. Spitzer, none moreso than Kenneth Langone, the Home Depot co-founder who served as an NYSE director.
Back in the first days after the September 11 , 2001 terrorist attacks, there was such white-hot hatred for the perpetrators and suspected terrorists that it spilled over to their American defense lawyers.
IF there is one country on earth where the cry "Death to England" still carries weight — where people still harbor the white-hot hatred of British colonialism that once inflamed millions from South Africa to China — that country would be Iran.
If your white-hot hatred of Swine Flu still hasn't tapered off, though, it's gonna take a lot more than a little virus punching to get you the satisfaction you deserve.
On public transportation, like a subway or plane, if I am faced with a gum-chewer, I manage to remain calm on the outside, but, inside, I am stewing and boiling and brimming over with white-hot hatred.
There she drew on her early experience in the white-hot hatreds of 1970s Ireland to become an international expert on understanding terrorists.
"Just as a man needs to repent of these sins involving acts, so he needs to investigate and repent of any evil dispositions, such as hot temper, hatred, jealousy, quarrelling, scoffing, eager pursuit of wealth or honors".
Fortunately, Brian Sibley's script retained a true flavour of the book, giving us Lady Gertrude with her "coils of dark red hair clustered on the pillows like burning snakes", the servant Flay "patched and brittle like a shard of falling masonry" and the rebel kitchen boy Steerpike with his "dark half closed eyes, hot with hatred".
Her best novel feels finally like a daughter's offering of love and solidarity to her father — you see, I am like you, I've achieved a language equal to yours, superior to yours — which is also, of course, an offering of white-hot competitive hatred.
