One such piece, The Fountain (2007), in which a bikini-clad Dunham laves her Rubenesque figure in a campus water feature, presaged the emphasis on body image in her subsequent work.
To lave in the wave, Majestic and chilly, Tomorrow I crave; But today it is silly.
Clare laves his big hands together, scouring off some residue of the call.
The natural high color of her face was deepened with perspiration and laved in tears; she looked like a woman ready to call a cab to the airport.
When the old lady died she said the younger woman was unfortunate that all her children had laved because they would grow up and be strangers.
From my chair I look at the west side, a gorgeous amber laved by the setting sun, as rich to the eyes as the darkening sweet of bees' honey.
Even if TB Eddie Lacy laves early, Alabama is stocked at tailback.
And tiny weightless whole wheat gnocchetti came gently laved with a rich stew of deliciously dissolving pork loin and vegetables.
In the book, having bought his bar of lemon scented soap – still sold by the shop in Dublin now occupying the pharmacy Joyce knew – Bloom envisages the joy of the Turkish bath house which was once an exotic feature of Dublin life: "He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved.
Instead, in his even, sensuous, voice he laves them in the petty myths of Europe, of snowy Russia, the East.
I like to think that Nair is outpacing, or even disowning, the pretensions of her last picture, "Kama Sutra," which played to our most tattered fantasies of the East; when a couple try to make out in "Monsoon Wedding," they do so not on the back of an elephant, laved in essential oils, but in the back seat of an S.U.V., with angry cops thumping on the window.
