A cold wind whistled through the trees.

This show is being put on by Edward Hungerford, the master pageanteer, with a cast of some 250 people.

Still, most Newporters were mesmerized by the boats and their chesslike maneuvers.

[…] two-beat: an outbeat gesture of (usually circumscribed) ecstasis as my glance is released from my bodily self, and an inbeat return of the glance to the bodily-self now modified by having just perceived its own image in the mirror.