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recapitulate
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  • He gave me a pecking, recapitulating kiss, his black beard thrust at me like a shoe.†  (source)
  • He lay back on the sponge-rubber couch and recapitulated his plans.†  (source)
  • With a faint hum and rattle the moving racks crawled imperceptibly through the weeks and the recapitulated aeons to where, in the Decanting Room, the newly-unbottled babes uttered their first yell of horror and amazement.†  (source)
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  • Let me recapitulate: Before such complex molecules, of which all life consists, can be formed, at least two conditions must be present: there must be no oxygen in the atmosphere, and there must be access forcosmic radiation.†  (source)
  • He began the story as they rode to town and finished it as they sat on the veranda of Stevens' home, and there recapitulated.†  (source)
  • Tolstoy then recapitulates in a few paragraphs the theory of art which he had expressed at greater length elsewhere.†  (source)
  • Now, let me recapitulate your request, your demand, as it were—†  (source)
  • First, I interviewed the domestics, and with their aid, I recapitulated the evening.†  (source)
  • The convention recapitulates the career of the poems themselves, which passed into later European literature via Latin epic traditions.†  (source)
  • When he was doing ghost games he liked to take the action into the stands, inventing a kid chasing a foul ball, a carrot-topped boy with a cowlick (shameless, ain't I) who retrieves the ball and holds it aloft, this five-ounce sphere of cork, rubber, yarn, horsehide and spiral stitching, a souvenir baseball, a priceless thing somehow, a thing that seems to recapitulate the whole history of the game every time it is thrown or hit or touched.†  (source)
  • She recapitulated the motives which no doubt explained Robert's reserve.†  (source)
  • It is said that each day recapitulates the history of the world, coming up out of darkness and cold into confused light and beginning warmth, consciousness blinking its eyes somewhere in midmorning, awakening thoughts a jumble of illogic and unattached emotion, and all speeding together toward the order of noontide, the slow, poignant decline of dusk, the mystical vision of twilight, the end of entropy that is night once more.†  (source)
  • But let me recapitulate for you.†  (source)
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