Elections are never about the great arc of history.
My hand moved in a great arc across the North Pacific.
He had turned in a great arc, flying almost entirely by compass.
He brought the Honeybuzzard round in a great arc to get the wind behind her.
It rose in a great arc and dropped into the green barrier.
As we climbed in a great arc I could see the smoke through the side window pointing at me.
The lights of the car beside it swung in a great arc.
She saw the great arc of the Mother's breast stretching out before her to the horizon.
As he crumpled, she brought both hands down in a great arc on the back of his neck.
The higher land they were leaving, to the south, curved in a great arc, a coast for this sea of dust.