Mr Obama seems to me to be precisely the sort of moderate, centrist, I-understand-your-perspective type of politician that conservatives claim to be looking for; all of the energy torquing him into a figure of racial polarisation has come from the conservatives who claim to be angered by that polarisation.
But, midway down, torquing her body through the tight gates, she lost her balance and her left ski came off the snow — for only a split second, but in the slalom that's enough.
Like Balanchine before him, Mr. Forsythe delights in the push-pull of taut bodies built for speed, and in torquing proper lines almost to their breaking points.
"Any time you're on your feet for 8, 10, 12 hours at a stretch with that amount of bending, lifted, constant movement, torquing your body around, it takes a toll on you".
Our pilot, Scott Hansen, manages to break off a piece, torquing the rock between two of the elevator's beams, but the remaining chunk still won't fit.
He has a sound over-the-top and compact delivery, and he has enough natural arm strength to throw some of the intermediate routes of the passing tree in a tight pocket that prevents him from stepping into the pass and torquing his hips.
Of course, he's a cartoon character, an invention of the wizzes at Pixar, but on the screen in front of me, Woody — voiced by Tom Hanks in the "Toy Story" franchise — was spinning his neck uncontrollably, torquing it to "Exorcist" angles and grinning while he did it.
The grid of Manhattan is thrown into stark relief because here the grid takes a strange, brief break, torquing and twisting, looming and leaning, like a Richard Serra ellipse.
Among them is the pyramidal, torquing apartment complex, with a courtyard nearly the size of a football field, now under construction on West 57th Street, at the Hudson River.
Daniel Proietto moves on a single spiral of movement, torquing his body into sculptural shapes, or accelerating into dervish spins.
I loved him, we all loved him, not just for his famous upset win in Super Bowl III but for his slouch and his white shoes and his quick release that upper body torquing around to shoot the ball out to George Sauer, Jr., never needing to have the back foot planted and for the mildly Homeric drama of his career.
