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  • v. Present participle of pullulate.


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  • (Islamic boarding schools), rising local demands for Shariah law, and pullulating conspiracy theories about American and Jewish plots to destroy Islam have more potential to mar American relations with a traditionally friendly part of the world than the occasional bombing or botched plot.

    A Marshall Plan for Southeast Asia

  • Noddy pointed out the waving frangipani tree outside, its shiny leathered leaves and its pullulating waxy white and yellow flowers: this was how they would find their way home in the dark.

    Land Divers

  • You know, imagine this place, this place, just complete, pullulating with trade, and suddenly it has to freeze.

    Novelist Highlights The Rich Flavor Of Old Istanbul

  • The rather splendid blogger at Venerable Beads is shocked to the core, as well he might be, by the astounding bias, bigotry and bile pullulating through the pages of the London Review of Books.

    The Loathsome Review of Bigotry

  • If this is how little "the main UK central government website" groks the essential nature of the organic, evolving, pullulating Net, no wonder so many government IT projects are such an utter disaster.

    Why eGov UK is Doomed

  • Sometimes in the midst of the pullulating streets of London, it's hard to see what Shakespeare was getting at -- and then you step into one of the beautiful parks, and it all comes back.

    UK Pix -- Part 4: Into the Green

  • For winds, albeit of record speeds, had shut down the whole seething, pullulating metropolis of London.

    Why Monocultures are Bad for You

  • Once upon a time the stone church had been a uniform white, but many seasons of neglect had seen the lightest sections moulder down to a drab grey, with kimoss pullulating in the slim gaps between the big blocks.

    The Dreaming Void

  • Letters also relieved him of those perpetually pullulating ideas which, like

    The Death of the Moth, and other essays

  • Waking slowly in Nicholas's arms, my first drowsy scan of the house told me it was pullulating like a beehive.

    In the Garden of Iden


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