In whose interest is it to hype up the collapse of the Internet from a DDoS attack? Why, the people who provide cyber security services, of course.
By adopting the other trade, we place ourselves by the side of those whose measures tend not only to the improvement of their own subjects, but to the emancipation of the slave everywhere.
A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.
A moving body whose motion was not retarded by any resisting force would continue to move to all eternity.
I buy a lot of books I've found via the Internet, whose existences I'd otherwise never have known about.
I think those autoworkers whose industry would have collapsed if the president hadn't intervened are certainly better off.
Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...?
Throughout his presidency, Clinton made a point of getting close - physically and emotionally - to the people whose problems his administration was working to solve.
We need to take vegetables out of the role of side dish, even in low-fat, vegetarian diets, whose calories are generally derived mainly from grains and other starches.
We must not condemn to frustration those whose job it is to protect us by failing to provide them with the necessary resources to meet the threats they face.
My particular historical vantage point is a product of my upbringing as that odd duck, a native Washingtonian whose parents were not in government. The first presidential transition of my sentient lifetime, Kennedy's, I remember vividly.
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government: we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.
Hardest of all for Europeans to negotiate are traditional African religions, whose transactions with unseen powers are central to the running of life in many areas, the main weapon in the struggle against the forces of evil.
In 2007, several musicologists contacted me at about the same time, expressing interest in the work of the mysterious Muriel Herbert, a few of whose songs they had come across.
Dame Edna is that rarest sighting in our time of the absolute comic, an inspired personification of caprice whose comedy answered the primal call to take the audience for a tumble.
Clark: My cousin in-law, whose heart is bigger than his brain... Eddie: I appreciate that, Clark. Clark: ...Is innocent.
Elderly Lady whose flat tire Phil fixed: He's the fastest jack in Jefferson County!
[to an animal whose dung he has stepped in] Sid: Hey, widebody, curb it next time!
Lestat: We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.
Mr. Pink: Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!
Captain Miller: Whose goin' left? Private Jackson: I'll do it. I'll go left.
