The word 'revering' is correct and usable in written English
You can use it when expressing admiration for someone or something, such as in the sentence: "I have always admired her, revering her for her intelligence and strength."
(The Lib Dems have the opposite bias, revering town halls over parents desperate for more control over the schools system).And even if Mr Cameron is slowly turning his vision into policy, it remains esoterically communicated.
Yet the real victim was communism itself: People's Poland was a workers' state that survived only by killing trade unionists; where the proletariat despised their tribunes, while revering the Catholic church.Poland in the Jaruzelski years was not a full dictatorship.
He found management boring too, revering cashflow, but boasting that he could not read a balance-sheet.
The conqueror Timur erected a magnificent mausoleum over his grave in 1397/98, to which pilgrims came, revering Ahmed Yesevi as a saint.
Less-traditional spiritual solace was found in Eastern mysticism by Aldous Huxley and Christopher Isherwood and by Robert Graves, who maintained an impressive output of taut, graceful lyric poetry behind which lay the creed he expressed in The White Goddess (1948), a matriarchal mythology revering the female principle.
But one brave soul is proposing to stand on the platform and tell those Tory activists that the Conservative they should be revering above all others was not a prime minister, or even a minister, but the philosopher Edmund Burke.
A new scheme to herd the city's stray cows into a vast dairy complex will doubtless anger many cow-revering Hindus.A radical plan to corral Delhi's beggars, in contrast, has provoked little reaction.
At the other end of the scale, cow-revering Indians eat only 3.2kg of meat each, the least of the 177 countries assessed.
This means that the sight of Pierce Brosnan driving an invisible car, though bound to dismay every Bond-revering adult, was catnip to the larger constituency of teen-age boys, who were comfortable with a film that felt like a video game.
An almost identical misjudgment was made by her administration in the weeks leading up to the Argentinian seizure of the Falklands the year before, as some older, less Thatcher-revering Falklanders will remind you.
Hence the bleached and bloodless hues of Judith's apartment, and the coolly abstract look of her lovemaking, with its closeups of a pale hand against black fabric; hence, too, the level tone in which she, Nicolas, and her husband — a Schubert-revering pharmacist, who reads Leopardi in bed — tend to utter their lines as if reciting from a book.
