Example sentences of "[verb] goldberg in the [noun sg] " in BNC.

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1 Four beginnings , scribbled Goldberg in the margin of his typescript , four revulsions .
2 It is only possible to assert that work begun with a lifting of the heart is likely to go on for longer than work begun with a contracting of the stomach , that work done with a lifting of the heart will develop further than work done with a contracting of the stomach , but there is nothing to indicate that the small amount of work which is the result of a contracting of the stomach will not be better than the large amount of work done with a lifting of the heart , than the rich development which is the likely result of work undertaken with a lifting of the heart , always bearing in mind , wrote Harsnet , and Goldberg , poring over the pages covered in his friend 's tiny handwriting , wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve , glanced up at the sheet in his typewriter , always bearing in mind , he typed ( as Harsnet had written ) , that better and worse are relative terms , and that one man 's better is another man 's worse , one age 's better is another age 's worse , one civilization 's better is another civilization 's worse , better , worse , relative values , scribbled Goldberg in the margin , always bearing in mind , wrote Harsnet , that in the long run it all comes to the same thing , long run , scribbled Goldberg in the margin , same thing .
3 It is only possible to assert that work begun with a lifting of the heart is likely to go on for longer than work begun with a contracting of the stomach , that work done with a lifting of the heart will develop further than work done with a contracting of the stomach , but there is nothing to indicate that the small amount of work which is the result of a contracting of the stomach will not be better than the large amount of work done with a lifting of the heart , than the rich development which is the likely result of work undertaken with a lifting of the heart , always bearing in mind , wrote Harsnet , and Goldberg , poring over the pages covered in his friend 's tiny handwriting , wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve , glanced up at the sheet in his typewriter , always bearing in mind , he typed ( as Harsnet had written ) , that better and worse are relative terms , and that one man 's better is another man 's worse , one age 's better is another age 's worse , one civilization 's better is another civilization 's worse , better , worse , relative values , scribbled Goldberg in the margin , always bearing in mind , wrote Harsnet , that in the long run it all comes to the same thing , long run , scribbled Goldberg in the margin , same thing .
4 Outlet , scribbled Goldberg in the margin , folly of belief in permanence .
5 Night , scribbled Goldberg in the margin of his typescript , work on glass , day , work on freewheeling commentary .
6 Besides , he wrote , now that I am at last working on the big glass and have set up the two panels and locked them into their metal frame , notions like success and failure are no longer pertinent , there is only the project and its outcome , project , scribbled Goldberg in the margin , outcome , and words like success and failure can safely be left to others , wrote Harsnet .
7 Storm , scribbled Goldberg in the margin .
8 No answer , scribbled Goldberg in the margin of his typescript , because no question .
9 Desire , scribbled Goldberg in the margin .
10 Having Goldberg in the room with it , as he has been in my life since that first day at college , made me grasp clearly , for the first time , just what it is I have been after , he wrote .
11 Excuses , wrote Goldberg in the margin of his typescript with a felt-tip pen , an end to excuses .
12 Long run , wrote Goldberg in the margin , wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve , no meaning .
13 Big glass , wrote Goldberg in the margin , delay .
14 Shadow of what ? wrote Goldberg in the margin , cursing under his breath as his elbow dislodged the pile of typewritten sheets stacked on the desk beside the typewriter , tapping them back to neatness , wiping his brow with his sleeve , typing on .
15 Glass , wrote Goldberg in the margin , mirror of delay .
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