Then they discover the lure of discipline; classical ballet technique is so rigorous that it obliterates every other thought.
It is, frankly, hard to give a fig whether the hero-narrator, Talcott Garland, or his murderous rivals first solve the central mystery: the meaning of a death note left by Garland's father, a judge of rancid conservative views who dies in menacing circumstances sometime after a public scandal puts paid to his nomination to the Supreme Court.The novel's humour obliterates these faults.
For every shop it obliterates another finds itself selling to places it never imagined it could.
It is not known with any certainty whether this is because the dynamic nature of Earth's surface obliterates such evidence or because processes different from the modern form of plate tectonics existed at the time.
The painting's reclining female nude gazes brazenly at the viewer and is depicted in a harsh, brilliant light that obliterates interior modeling and turns her into an almost two-dimensional figure.
The interior is remarkable for the rich colour harmonies and the swirling, controlled movement of its decoration, which obliterates the previously clearly demarcated zones of pillar, capital, entablature, and vault.
The LS600h obliterates the opposition – the Audi A8, Merc S-class and BMW 7-Series – in performance, value for money, emissions (219g of CO2/km) and quality and, in a first for the brand, it doesn't look like it was styled by the same hyperactive nerds who sorted out the oily bits.
With such an unfortunate name, this Minnesota-based bluegrass outfit need to be hot not only to distract us from the fact they are called (grit teeth) Trampled By Turtles, but also to obliterates any parallels with Mumford & Sons.
And it's a million miles from Cathy and Heathcliff's love, which may be transcendent and operatic, but also obliterates them – as Cathy says, "I am Heathcliff".
Guerrilla tactics remain somehow un-British: a view that obliterates the experience of thousands who refused to wait until the Brens arrived, and took the Piccadilly line to learn every trick of the street-fighter's trade.
But it obliterates the shadowy nuances that gave Vuillard's oil paintings their poetry.
