When I interviewed Rice in early 2006 and asked her whether the strategy might be headed for failure, she dismissed the possibility: "Even though there is violence, there is a process that is moving, I think rather inexorably, actually, toward an outcome that will one day bring a stable Iraq".
She quickly added that this isn't happening, and that the President won't allow it to happen: "Even though there is violence, there is a process that is moving, I think rather inexorably, actually, toward an outcome that will one day bring a stable Iraq".
Civil liberties and national security need not be contradictory policies, rather they are inexorably linked.
There is a pause, during which one feels Franzen leaning inexorably, and rather endearingly, in a direction that can do him no good.
Lamarck concluded from his study of the fossil and recent molluscan fauna that the main reason why most of his fossil species no longer are alive was not that they had fallen victims to Cuvierian-style extinction but rather that they had slowly and inexorably changed through time into something else up to and including the modern fauna.
For Herder, genres are in large measure socially pregiven, but they always play their role in a work via the intention of the artist (not autonomously thereof), and are not something that he is inexorably locked into but rather something that he can and often does modify.
Rather than Ireland taking control, driving the opposition inexorably back with territorial kicking and forcing penalties at the breakdown, it was England's young bucks who performed like grizzled veterans and squeezed out the winning points.
A thoroughbred man of the theatre, McVicar is rightly determined to empower rather than obscure Britten's score, which slowly but inexorably turns the screw ever tighter with a series of variations on a spooky 12-note theme.
As our collective news diet is slowly but inexorably shaped ever more by our social media feeds, rather than the TV channels we watch or the newspaper(s) we read, their audience will turn away from them and leave them to die.
So it is no longer art imitating life, or life imitating art, but the two merging so completely, so inexorably that it would be impossible to disentangle one from the other, rather elegantly making the point that these media, YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, all this doodling in the ether, involve wholesale inventions of self, not projections.
But it is not Rubenstein's wish to cut Trotsky down to size: rather he sees his life as a tragedy in the classic sense – something that followed inexorably from the kind of person he was.
