Not exact matches
It is a seemingly endless series of pirouettes on one pointed foot — 32 in a row, in one passage of Swan Lake — each
punctuated by a tiny
pause in which the dancer spreads her arms and faces the audience.
Back on the bus, my thoughts are
punctuated only
by the staccato of the turn signal; a rhythmic
pause in the route.
In what the Daily Mail describes as «a car crash speech that was
punctuated by long
pauses», she swore and said she wanted to thank those who had given her «pleasure and sh*t».