half-lit

half-lit

mod. alcohol intoxicated. John was half-lit in no time at all.
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On the museum's half-lit hallway wall, like an afterthought,
5 Evening: The half-lit Moon is very close to Mars as seen from North America; see page 48.
Sitting on the suspect's chair in the ominous half-lit office where the 29-year-old apparently spilled the beans, it was easy to imagine the tension as the police grilled him about the tragedy.
Regarding the half-lit twigs (Christmas trees and lights), the traders themselves contribute to the cost of these.
The one opposite the university is totally unlit at night whilst the far one, opposite Sainsbury's, is only half-lit.
A STRONG recommendation from reader Stephen Dawes left me hoping for a minimum four-star catch of the day - until I saw the half-lit shop sign.
Instead, MacMillan gives us a half-lit Juliet sitting quietly on her bed agonising on her predicament as the music engulfs her and us.
What the players were doing right then was lying flat on their backs on workout mats in a Ventura Boulevard karate studio, meditating behind closed eyes in a half-lit room that was silent except for the hum of a soda vending machine and the leader's soft voice.
IT'S vampires versus werewolves in a gloomy half-lit city where the most eerie sounds at night are caused by a creaking cliche-ridden script.
Ever since the time I was in my mother's half-lit womb, it drags me.
To the tolling of St Mark's bell and the beating of traditional drummers, trumpet fanfares up aloft, vocal and instrumental members of the King's Consort processed through the atmospherically half-lit hall, wide-open acoustic doors enhancing the sonic grandeur of the occasion.
In a half-lit stadium after two floodlights failed, Livvy's opening goal was credited to John Robertson by the stadium announcer - yet the little striker was 10 yards away when John Millar clattered his shot home off a defender.
Koons is right about the oddity of seeing it at its place of production; in the half-lit, gloomy emptiness of the fabricator it's more foreboding than festive, quite removed from the fantasia of sun-dappled Impressionist leisure/kitsch.
I'd watched his hands gesture in the half-lit alleyway outside and his hands told me to follow, his eyes asked me for money.
Then his cheeks grow pink with contentment and cold, as we stop at a stump bathed in a tent of clear light, where I help him off with his skis and we share a banana, and now we are two men, full of our bodies and winter and the half-jesting mockery of women, and now it is I, father, who am an older man, and, like all men raging to repeat themselves, shimmy only half-blissed toward my own bettering, as I brush the snow from this fatherless boy, all laughter now, who must issue nearly alone into the half-lit, half-darkening world of his own manhood, and then we are done eating, and a white sootfall of flakes begins again, and I say: On doit retourner.