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1) fricative friketiv (adjective)
: made by forcing the breath through a narrow opening
Mid-19th century. From modern Latin fricativus, from
Latin fricare "to rub."
A frictive sound escaped her after she was given CPR to
revive her breathing.
2) nimbus NIM-bus (noun)
: (Fine Arts) A circle, or disk, or any indication of
radiant light around the heads of divinities, saints,
and sovereigns, upon medals, pictures, etc.; a halo.
: A cloud or atmosphere (as of romance or glamour)
that surrounds a person or thing.
: (Meteorology) A rain cloud.
Nimbus is from the Latin nimbus, "a rain cloud, a rain
storm."
"Sometimes when she stood in front of a lamp, the high-
lights on her hair made a nimbus."
--James Morgan, The Distance to the Moon
1) fricative friketiv (adjective)
: made by forcing the breath through a narrow opening
Mid-19th century. From modern Latin fricativus, from
Latin fricare "to rub."
A frictive sound escaped her after she was given CPR to
revive her breathing.
2) nimbus NIM-bus (noun)
: (Fine Arts) A circle, or disk, or any indication of
radiant light around the heads of divinities, saints,
and sovereigns, upon medals, pictures, etc.; a halo.
: A cloud or atmosphere (as of romance or glamour)
that surrounds a person or thing.
: (Meteorology) A rain cloud.
Nimbus is from the Latin nimbus, "a rain cloud, a rain
storm."
"Sometimes when she stood in front of a lamp, the high-
lights on her hair made a nimbus."
--James Morgan, The Distance to the Moon
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St Peter becomes aware of a man standing outside the Gates of
Heaven, pacing up and down. "Excuse me, can I help you?" he asks.
"No, it's all right. It won't be long." And he distractedly looks at
his watch, shrugs and paces on. St. Peter gives it another 5 minutes
and asks again. The man stops and says, "Look, you know I'm dead.
I know I'm dead. Will someone please tell the cardiac arrest team?"
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Heaven, pacing up and down. "Excuse me, can I help you?" he asks.
"No, it's all right. It won't be long." And he distractedly looks at
his watch, shrugs and paces on. St. Peter gives it another 5 minutes
and asks again. The man stops and says, "Look, you know I'm dead.
I know I'm dead. Will someone please tell the cardiac arrest team?"
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