用“battered”造句大全，battered造句

Across from the recycling center, there's a grimy shop with two battered video game consoles.

It has been battered by floods of loan defaults caused by the credit crunch and plummeting home values.

'the easy northwest ridge' was described rock by rock in the battered guidebook that Carlo carried in his pocket, along with the wire I mentioned.

Private demand is plunging as consumers are battered by tight credit, falling wealth and rising unemployment, while fearful firms hunker down.

But the US president, who in recent weeks has been battered by a debt standoff that ended with a deal no one liked, seems determined to enjoy the milestone.

The fireman finally battered the door down.

Read about the return of some confidence to battered markets.

The floor was of battered brown linoleum held down by strips of brass.

If you think that only bruised and battered, busy work was likely to succeed, then you are wrong.

Still battered by the effects of a weak economy, many vacationers will be pinching pennies and cutting corners as perhaps never before.

But remember, such Fried treats as this are a health splurge: The popular battered-and-fried onion at some restaurants, for example, can pack a day's worth of calories.

The ship was battered against the rocks.

He looked down at the battered gold watch he had received on his seventeenth birthday.

Nearby, an old man with a black beret selects two mangoes from the bottom of a battered cardboard box.

A forlorn, jailbird's face with a nobby forehead running back into a bald scalp, a crooked nose, and battered-looking cheekbones above which his eyes were fierce and watchful.

He was a blind begger, carrying the traditional battered cane.

Japan's auto industry has been battered by disasters natural and unnatural unlike this year.

Paulson (#20 on the Forbes 400) famously hit it big by betting against subprime mortgages during the bubble, then made a big move into some of the most battered U.S. banks last year.

The other wore a battered hat, his face hid in its shadow.

Planted on the hoods of battered Toyotas and patchwork Hondas that blared Akon and Lady Gaga, I was enraptured by the persistence of the beautifully disjointed city, its pain and its revelry.

On the wall hangs a copy of the national anthem. A battered car, nearly 30 years old, sits in the drive.

The heart battered like a fist against the chest wall.

The wait was short; the city's full of red battered and tired-looking vehicles and I was soon negotiating with a driver.