NEW Zealand managed a 45-26 victory over South Africa in Pretoria last week having already sealed the Tri-Nations title the previous week, and the rubber is even deader
as the sides meet again today.
Partly because a .300 UM won't kill elk deader
than will a .300 Winchester, and partly because Weatherby's .300 was a legend long before the Ultra Mag was conceived, this round has limited appeal.
His first thriller, Zwarte sneeuw (2003; Black snow) was an immediate success and was followed by Dode lijken (2003; Dead corpses), Rode rozen (2004; Red roses), Doder dan dood (2005; Deader
than dead), and the forthcoming Bloter dan bloot (More than naked).
Bush, the notions that some people might be too dangerous or unstable to trust with a firearm or that assault weapons do not belong in civilized society are deader
than a wild turkey in hunting season."
Hormonal activity notwithstanding, they're deader
even than the broken bodies who turn them on, commodity--culture zombies too bored and disaffected even to bother dying first.
My extremely healthy pine was deader
than a bag of hammer handles but just didn't know it yet.
Nothing kills a sale deader
than a dealer yelling "Yikes!" and spilling blood on the counter from a cut finger.
``It's a Miramax film called Deader
, I play the chief villain called Winter - he's the king of the underworld, a bit like the Waco cult leader.
For his educational foes, Dewey was now dead and needed to be made deader
if communism was going to be defeated and Americanism was to triumph.
They are deader
than a doornail under Clinton's successor.
And I needn't remind you that Hudson Foods is deader
One prominent Catholic theologian claims there's nothing deader
than a dead pope.
On the other hand, is anything deader
right now than alternative fuels?
And when I disappeared under the bed, behind the long black dress of the closet, when I turned into words at the kitchen table, bologna, mischievous, fluorescent, when I grew faster than the parti- colored flash cards, a quotient, a divider, a remainder, then a continent, yellow Asia, brown Australia, mysterious blue South America and castanets clicked in my fingers and my heart grew claws that scratched to get out, where were you, wooden Indian deader
than the Chief who stood outside Bernie's Cigar Shop all nicked and carved and scuffed with just one good eye left to look out on Ontario Street and the swirling ice-floed Mohawk River?
So it should follow that a dead newspaper would be even deader
. But if the love of many journalists for long-dead but not long-forgotten newspapers is any indication, maybe that's not the case.