Her " incredible controversy " is characterized by David Hartwell in the opening sentence of a book chapter entitled " New Wave: The Great War of the 1960s ": " Conflict and argument are an enduring presence in the SF world, but literary politics has yielded to open warfare on the largest scale only once.

Her main argument is that in order to understand the principle of cultural relativism, one must recognize the extent to which it is based on enculturation: " the idea that people unconsciously acquire the categories and standards of their culture.

A more detailed argument was put forward in 1964 by Richard Hosley, who suggested that the main source could have been the anonymous ballad A Merry Jest of a Shrewde and Curste Wyfe, Lapped in Morrell's Skin, for Her Good Behavyour.

Her main argument was that sex and domestic economics went hand in hand ; in order for a woman to survive she was reliant on her sexual assets to please her husband so that he would bring home the bread.

Her dislike of smoking also leads to an argument with a fortune-teller in " The Suicide ".

* Her abortion argument with restaurateur Poppie gets him so angry that he loses control of his bladder in " The Couch " and again in " The Doorman.

Her argument aligned white feminists with white male slave-masters, describing both as " agents of oppression ".

Her argument counts against a widely received view that systems of moral rules are inevitably inconsistent.

Her argument was that while the genocide deserves recognition, it was not a good time to embarrass Turkey, given that country's role in moderating extremism in the Middle East.

Her attendance there lasted only about two months before an argument with her father rendered her homeless.

Her major argument was, that since Berezovsky was one of the key figures to push Putin into the power, he knew for certain the theory was wrong.

Her word was the last in the argument, as her grandson, Harald Fairhair, unified Norway.

Her nose was broken during the argument.

Her essay is meant to provide the technical detail to Jarrell's argument.

Her argument persuades Jaffeir to not partake in the conspirators ’ plan, but to instead turn them in to the senate.

Her most recent book, The Way We Argue Now, analyzes a number of influential theoretical debates over the past decade or so, with special attention to the forms of argument that shape work in pragmatism, feminism, cosmopolitanism, and proceduralism.

Austin accounts for the infelicitous by noting that “ there will always occur difficult or marginal cases where nothing in the previous history of a conventional procedure will decide conclusively whether such a procedure is or is not correctly applied to such a case .” The possibility of failure in performatives ( utterances made with language and the body ) is taken up by Butler and is understood as the “ political promise of the performative .” Her argument is that because the performative needs to maintain conventional power, convention itself has to be reiterated, and in this reiteration it can be expropriated by the unauthorized usage and thus create new futures.

Her parents do not take to Gyeon-woo and on leaving, he overhears an impassioned argument between the girl and her mother over her relationship with him.

Her plan backfires and the two become embroiled in a heated argument about whether or not Sam is having an affair with his secretary.

Her defense of inversion took the form of a religious argument: God had created inverts, so humanity should accept them.

Her argument implies that women's subordination has no single cause or single solution ; postmodern feminism is thus criticized for offering no clear path to action.

Her argument is influenced by the Marxist notion of the class struggle, but she differs from Marx as she sees the state as an autonomous actor within society.

Her argument is even more powered by the structuralist argument that revolution is a dysfunctional response to a destabilization of social system ) schools.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.