This "Ring" has few defenders, and they are far exceeded in vehemence by its detractors.
Demonstrators, who included diaspora Greeks who had flown in from as far away as the United States and monks from the monastic community of Mount Athos, were united in vehemence on Sunday that the accord – and its acceptance of a "Macedonian nationality and language - not only amounted to cultural theft but could buttress future irredentist claims.
To build Arab support for his impending confrontation with Iraq, Mr. Bush knows he cannot afford to alienate other Arab nations, whose anti-Israel declarations have grown in vehemence and urgency, along with their demands that Mr. Bush restrain the Sharon government.
But his comments on Wednesday appeared to go much further, both in their vehemence and in Dr. Kay's willingness to single out particular agencies for blame, notably the National Security Council and the C.I.A. "Iraq was an overwhelming systemic failure of the Central Intelligence Agency," Dr. Kay said.
I saw it in her vehemence toward my father and in the raucous consciousness-raising groups that met in our living room.
This perception frequently finds its way into depictions of poets in popular culture; it also emerges in the vehemence with which poets themselves regularly declare their opposition to labels, categories, schools, allegiances, booster clubs, car pools, intramural softball teams and so on.
Those fears have been stoked by an apparent softening in the vehemence of David Cameron and George Osborne's opposition to new runways in the south-east.
Equally, Martinez de las Rivas is trying to arrive at a diction which gives his meditations both rigour and vividness: "the rain in its vehemence", the birch tree "immaculate with fire", hell in its "connate bankruptcy".
The "Retake Mass Effect" movement is, even with hindsight, impressive in its vehemence and creativity, and some of the fun in its wake - such as the Consumerist's "Worst Company of 2012" award - were possibly taken more seriously on Web Street than Wall Street.
The choristers onstage and the hundreds of schoolchildren in the hall joined in, singing with vehemence, swaying in sync, as drums pounded and steely rock guitars wailed.
Making my way up the flagstone walkway to where the Tatros' grandniece waited, I stopped a moment, caught in the vehemence.
