And so began the whirlwind courtship between Mr. Schrager and Mr. Marriott, a closely watched pairing of virtual opposites that was consummated in June with shotgun efficiency on the bohemian rooftop of the Gramercy Park Hotel.
"Simunye!", sings one television station's jingle—"We are one!"—as the viewer watches pairs of carefully colour-blended citizens.In some ways, the government has been remarkably sensitive to whites.
At a club in Santiago, we watch pairs of dancers sashay out in costumes made of cheap fabric but styled like those of the slave owners, with ruffles, sashes, and petticoats.
Get yourself a nice watch, pair of sunglasses and a quality belt.
And, almost as she thought it, there they were, a herd of does and their fawns, standing or lying, and all of them chewing, watching, as she now watched, a pair of children and their toy plane buzzing at the other end of the glen.
In one, participants watched a pair of disembodied hands either succeed or fail at making anagrams of words, while being asked to pick out coloured objects onscreen.
During that period Krause watched a pair of coyotes and a great horned owl move in to pick off acoustically exposed toads.
While Cornelius played "Tone Twilight Zone," a dreamy instrumental track embellished with nature sounds, the audience watched a pair of fingers walking (and briefly figure-skating) across a room full of knickknacks.
That same afternoon I watched a pair of ravens speaking to each other, one from the top of a Douglas fir, the other hidden in the shadows of an oak.
We walked there from Weavers B&B the evening before our public transport odyssey started, and watched a pair of choughs probing the grassy cliff top for their dinner.
