Word: acerbically
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...might suppose that all of this should be entirely clear to any careful reader of the Court's decision," wrote Stewart in acerb conclusion. "Perhaps so, and perhaps, therefore, what I have said is quite unnecessary. But ten years of experience here have taught me that the most carefully written opinions are not always carefully read-even by those most directly concerned." Stewart's gibe may have seemed excessive to those who have read some of the court's "carefully written opinions," particularly when it is remembered that the Solicitor General, a former dean of the Harvard...
...World Treating You? by Roger Milner. With the rage and frustration of so many Samsons, British playwrights after Suez began bringing down England's temples of hypocrisy, pomposity, caste and class snobbery. Then anger turned to almost hysterical laughter: the acerb mocking tone one hears and the swinging London air one breathes in plays like Entertaining Mr. Sloane, A Severed Head, The Killing of Sister George, Eh?, and such Pinter one-acters as The Lover, A Slight Ache and The Collection. The latest comedy to rip the stuffing out of the stuffy is How's the World Treating...
...world peace. He also campaigns to seduce the white mistress of a Negro extremist, but before he can succeed, he meanders his motorcycle euphorically, and fatally, into the path of a passing automobile. So much, says Author Auberon, for epicene idealists. He has obviously inherited his father's acerb satiric wit, but having nothing new to say, does not know what to do with...
Died. Victor Weisz, 52, Britain's acerb political cartoonist "Vicky," an aggressive socialist who over 25 years leveled his pen at everyone on his right from John Foster Dulles, whom he showed brandishing H-bombs, to Tory Harold Macmillan, whom he drew as the winged "Supermac," and Charles de Gaulle, whom he captioned with the famed inverted quotation, "Après le déluge-moil"; of as yet undetermined causes; in London...
Oscar Levant's public image, if he still has one, is a blend of an exhibitionistic hypochondriac, an acerb wit, and a concert pianist who knows far more about music than he ever applied to the keys. All these Levantine facets faithfully reflect the man; or, to put it another way, he reflects them. The distinction is academic. After a lifetime largely devoted to his own self-construction, Levant himself probably cannot draw the line between the real Oscar and the one he invented. This book comes as close to defining it as its author will ever...