Surviving this, any viewer was well primed to receive even a halfhearted masquerade of reasoned discussion as if it were the second coming of John Locke.
Perhaps that explains why his text has subtle emotional undertones along with data and reasoned arguments—as if the early tropical healer is still coming to terms with the silent plague he may have inadvertently helped to spread in 1960s Zaire.
Understandably, the black enlistees reasoned that if they were as willing to fight and die as their white comrades, they were entitled to the same compensation.
As such, we reasoned that, if we found the DDM to be inaccurate, the other weight and height-based methods could be assumed to be inaccurate too.
Another reason, as if you needed one, to think twice before sending that tweet.
For some reason — as if Douglas's status as husband weren't enough, as if his possibly loving his wife weren't all the reason he should need.
It is as if the place has brought the book's human actors together for a reason: as if some riddle must be solved, some destiny fulfilled.
Wait, he's raising his head for some reason, as if to look into the third floor, or even the fourth, maybe even the fifth.
Many poems had lines and stanzas cut short for no perceptible reason: as if, since poetry comes in short lines, any old shortening will do.
Some nights, for no discernible reason, as if some wildly infectious desperation were aswim in the air, a feeling of panic would reign.
"I beat that kid," he writes about a white guy who menaced him for racial reasons, as if he were "Reaganomics, the Counting Crows, and 'Moby-Dick' all rolled into one".
