Sentence examples for testiness from inspiring English sources

As for Mr Bush, the defensiveness and testiness so evident in Miami may well indicate to his critics a president who has thought through the big issues too little.More important, there are signs that the election is turning at last to address the real challenges facing the president.

Ms Royal, on the other hand, put in a feisty performance that erupted into downright testiness.

Mr Chávez echoed Fidel Castro in attacking ethanol, just when Lula and Mr Bush agreed to encourage its production.Brazil's testiness with Venezuela has been sharpened by Bolivia's treatment of Petrobras, the state-owned energy firm.

He said it sold EBs only to customers who understood the risks.Nomura's occasional testiness about its credibility with retail investors reflects a drive to strengthen this side of its business.

Under cross-examination this week, the once-brash Jeffrey Skilling was mostly cool and respectful, despite spasms of testiness.

A nice surprise, incidentally, is how good De Niro is: he's been coasting affably on his sitcom patriarch routine for a while, in the Meet the Parents films, but he makes a fully formed character out of it here, and his testiness gives the film extra ballast.

"Don't be preposterous," she replies, and the movie is revived by that testiness and wit — the same qualities that rang through the fantastical briskness of the Poppins novels.

Vidal added new material to the script, including a fine monologue about marital responsibility that brought out Davis's singular testiness.

(Did I detect a faint testiness in Vikander as she realizes that, for once, she must settle for being the second-most-beautiful creature onscreen?) I struggled hard to picture Steve Buscemi, say, in the role of Einar, but nothing came, and, likewise, were you to swap the stately trio of Copenhagen, Paris, and Dresden for downtown Pittsburgh, the film would swiftly collapse.

Shavian testiness became him well, as you would imagine, but no less important was a profound belief that the gab was more than a gift; it was a glory, to be polished and brandished as Joyce and Shaw had taught us, and it was also a passport that helped you to cross all frontiers and sail through the most trying or chastening of situations.

Open Walt Whitman to any page and you will find traces in his camaraderie of this inexplicable testiness ("Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? / Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening"), as though somehow, somewhere, you'd done him wrong.