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- adv. In an exuberant manner
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- In an exuberant manner; very copiously; superabundantly; luxuriantly: as, the earth has produced exuberantly.
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- adv. in an ebullient manner
- adv. in an exuberant manner
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The Lady Boys of Bangkok, or the sound of them and their audience at least, rising exuberantly from the theatre next door to contend with the wisdom of the later panelists: a vaguely fantastical backdrop to musings on fantasy.
They went out of the pavilion hand in hand, and on through the sunshine they strolled, swinging hands gaily, reacting exuberantly from the week of deadening toil.
Aidan called exuberantly as he jogged half a step ahead of Coglin.
They were labelled exuberantly, ‘Butifull Toledo steel works, mad only in San Juan’, and it was not for tourists to enquire how Toledo steel came to be made only in San Juan, or where were the foundries and workshops necessarily implied.
The chief changes come in Chapters Six and Seven of Trimalchio, and the long, late chapter, as Gatsby and Nick sit by the open French windows in Gatsby's house, the dawn after Myrtle's killing, when Gatsby breaks out "exuberantly": "I'll tell you everything.
The former features the great baritone Alfred Drake at his exuberantly hammy best; the latter boasts an incredibly catchy, tune-filled score by Hollywood stalwarts Jay Livingston and Ray Evans.
Above all, "Pym" is exuberantly comic, sometimes with buddy-film antics, but often with head-shaking incredulity over the insane ways of human beings.
In 1948, he had been actively engaged in the offensive against Egypt – another story, "Midnight Convoy", is a tribute to the soldiers that enters exuberantly into the drama of trying to get supplies past the enemy to an army under siege.
The Live album exuberantly mixed bold reworkings of Abdullah Ibrahim, Latin jazz, hints of Thelonious Monk or Stan Tracey, and an eastern-influenced music with echoes of Gilad Atzmon.
With "I Was a Dancer" he has struck a satisfying balance: this memoir is exuberantly dishy, yet unkind to no one.