Crossword clues for britt
The Collaborative International Dictionary
britt \britt\ n.
the young of a herring or sprat or similar fish.
minute crustaceans, forming food for right whales.
Housing Units (2000): 930
Land area (2000): 1.221061 sq. miles (3.162534 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.000000 sq. miles (0.000000 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 1.221061 sq. miles (3.162534 sq. km)
FIPS code: 08605
Located within: Iowa (IA), FIPS 19
Location: 43.096363 N, 93.801234 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 50423
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
Britt may refer to:
Britt is both a surname and a given name. Notable people with the name include:
Usage examples of "britt".
Everyone laughs briefly, and Britt catches a nervous glance from Karl.
The young woman smiles slightly, self-consciously, and although Britt turns not his eyes from the night ahead, he senses the smile.
Deep in a median level of his dark subconscious Britt is aware of the tiny island of light created here by the investigating teams, of how small and weak this island is against the many miles of misty blackness that press in from the vast moors and down from the infinite dark dome of galactic space above.
She shifts stiffly upright in her seat and leans forward to see what Britt is pointing to in the deep darkness beyond the left-front fender of their now unmoving machine.
Their massive presence is something that Britt can feel even at this distance of about a hundred yards.
From here Britt can see how the threads of glowing blue power lines stretch through the skies, terminating in Salisbury but having their origin somewhere over the far horizon beyond the moors.
Flame explodes from the match head as Britt flicks it across the surface of the altar stone.
He steps over toward the piece of paper, which lies in the dark shadow of the stone and trembles in the faint breeze like a fear-filled living thing as Britt approaches.
A dozen cars wait behind Britt for their chance to establish a lap time that will determine their starting position on Sunday.
During these moments before practice and a race, Britt, the racer, and Karl, the racing mechanic, can temporarily suppress the otherwise overriding fact of why they travel the world in the guise of a racing team.
Cradled in the arm of his gold blazer is the furled green flag that he will shortly wave to signal Britt to begin his laps.
Already Britt is plunging down the hill, accelerating faster and faster with a roar down toward the left turn to Bottom Straight.
Blue smoke from the brake-locked tires billows up around his car, blocking out sight of the on-rushing barrier but not bothering Britt, who is already unseeing through a blind rage.
But Britt knows that slow, deep breaths will bring in the oxygen needed to metabolize away the residue of adrenaline and free his body from the influence of this powerful, primitive hormone that was instinctively released by his brain in the face of the death out there on the track.
John follows and leans in the door as Britt bends over the washbasin and cups his hands beneath the stream of cold water that flows down like liquid silver.