Not exact matches
But every time the curtains dividing the Silverdome parted, the
rows and
rows of empty
seats on the other side
seemed like a bad omen.
I have had this experience three times now, on three different occasions, in admittedly similar circumstances, but not similar enough to explain the coincidence: I am speaking from a podium to a fairly large audience on the topics
of — to put it broadly — evil, suffering, and God; I have been talking for several minutes about Ivan Karamazov, and about things I have written on Dostoevsky, to what
seems general approbation; then, for some reason or other, I happen to remark that, considered purely as an artist, Dostoevsky is immeasurably inferior to Tolstoy; at this, a single pained gasp
of incredulity breaks out somewhat to the right
of the podium, and I turn my head to see a woman with long brown hair, somewhere in her middle thirties,
seated in the third or fourth
row, shaking her head in wide - eyed astonishment at my loutish stupidity.
Although I've found it very cathartic to speak, vent and end occasionally rant about all things Arsenal, we need to act carefully and intelligently right now or we're going to get played by this club even worse than at present... the pro-Wengerites and the suits, who represent a considerable proportion
of the season ticket holders, don't want to believe that there is no plan and that Wenger has mailed it in for several years now or that things are going to get much worse before they get better... why would they... many have spent a considerable sum buying some
of the highest priced tickets in the World... they want to have a front
row seat to see something special and to be seen doing so, which simply provides ample justification for the expense and the time invested... to many
of them, Wenger is the sun in their soccer universe... his awkward disposition, misplaced arrogance and his utter lack
of balls makes him a rather unusual cult figure, but the cerebral narrative
seemed to embolden those who already felt pretty highly
of themselves... many might not even
of really liked football that much before his arrival and rarely games they weren't attending... as such, they desperately believe that Wenger, and only Wenger, can supply them with their required fix... if he goes, they were wrong and that's a tough pill to swallow... they would have to admit that they were duped... they will definitely resent whoever made them feel this way, but
of course it will be too late by then... so when we go overboard with ridiculous comments bordering
of anarchy, it scares the shit out
of them and they shift their blame towards us rather than at those who really perpetrated this act
of treason... we aren't the enemy... we simply woke much earlier and the reason our comments have gotten more vile in recent years is out
of utter frustration... in order for any real change to occur at this club we need to bring as many supporters as possible with us or the big money interests will fade and our ultimate objective will be lost... so it's time to focus on the head instead
of the heart for now
They don't
seem to realize that THEY are prime candidates for a front
row seat by the furnace — for their xenophobic refusal to let somebody bury the carcass
of their family member.
Unlike the Discovery Sport's third
row seating, which is best suited for members
of the Lollipop Guild, the big boy Discovery's tertiary perch is capacious enough for a 95th percentile adult, a fact that
seems plausible because my 5 foot, 11 - inch frame fit comfortably in the back
of the bus, with sufficient leg and headroom to enable claustrophobia - free sitting.
The second -
row seats aren't multi-adjustable because
of a sloping roofline and all rear
seems to be tight a little bit.
only things I don't really like about this vehicle is it
seems to have a few cheaply made interior parts that came off like the rear cupholder, and one
of the
seat pull down straps that was on the back
of the mid
row seat, also tends to rock side to side when it hits speeds over 100mph which I guess might be normal for suvs.
Rear -
seat room
seems tight, and the optional third -
row seat, which folds out
of sight to the point where you might not even know it was there unless somebody told you, is for kids only.
Most buyers
seem to have migrated to midsize SUVs due to fuel - economy concerns, especially now that several entries in that class offer three
rows of seats.
The second
row seats are comfortable, but the dimensions
of the actual
seat seems a bit off.
Before, it
seemed that styling was about as important as the location
of the light in the glove box, but now, exterior styling has taken a front
row seat.
The second
row of the Volvo
seems to have at least as much space as the Range Rover (one inch or so narrower), but is configured for three passengers, with each
seat able to move fore and aft independently.
That is one
of the gambles Ford is taking here — its rear
seat, singular when the trend
seems to be toward an optional third -
row seat for kids.
The audience — both the gentry
seated in tiered
rows around the amphitheatre and hoi polloi (myself among them) standing behind to peer through the arches
of the pergola -
seemed alike to...
The audience — both the gentry
seated in tiered
rows around the amphitheatre and hoi polloi (myself among them) standing behind to peer through the arches
of the pergola -
seemed alike to quiver with pleasant shock.
Whilst the service runs a premier train (which alludes to semi-luxury and costs a lot more than our sleeper compartments), the economy sleeper train wasn't doing so well, so they reduced the number
of sleeper compartments (each has six 4 - person compartments and two 2 - person coupés) and, it
seems, added them to the sitter «economy» trains; nine sitter compartments — each
of which take 18
rows of 4
seats (I'll leave you to do the maths) and called it a tourist train.
After the comfort
of the Express, the six
rows of seats in the narrow gauge carriages
seem rather uncomfortable.
The width
of the
seat was actually surprising because
of the 10
seats int the
row, but it was so hard, that even 3 hours
seemed long.