Off West Africa's coast lie vast deposits of high-quality crude suited to US refineries.
Beneath the brittle terrain lie vast deposits of coal, which Vale, a Brazilian mining giant, is busy digging out while tankers spray water to tame clouds of dust.
Behind those compressions lie vast resources of cultural knowledge, capriciously paraded – from Mickey Mouse to Dante, from Simone Weil to condom packets.
That true proposition allows a vast range of possibilities almost all of which lie vast distances from the truth.
Looking into the distance, it was easy to imagine that, just beyond the horizon, lay a vast land of tundra, polar bears and, eventually, the Arctic Ocean.
Behind all these controversial cases lay a vast array of theologians who shared the views of their colleagues and waited for the tempest to pass.
Above Arc 2000, the highest of the resort centers, lay a vast open bowl, crowned 4,000 feet above by the brooding, white-veined mass of the Aiguille Rouge.
To the south and east of the Asian mainland lay the vast, populous archipelago of Indonesia, where another romantic revolutionary, Sukarno, had played host to the Bandung Conference of 1955.
Consequently, I held the belief, not uncommon among adolescent males, that beyond the constraining circles of family, friends, and prudish high-school girlfriends there lay a vast, wild territory of pure sex, where the merest physical or eye contact led to copulation unbounded.
