Word: awfulness
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...will agree that Caley in his bedazzled guilelessness, his dumb trustingness, is basically well conceived. It is in the development of the story that things go astray, and it is the author's wavering method of attack that causes the trouble. A love affair that starts hard-boiled ("Aw, come on. Give me a break. . . . We all get pushed around.") goes suddenly opalescent. (". . . A part of me that is still hard and stiff is broken and everything comes flowing in light and warm. See what I mean?'') Characters, sharply delineated at first, develop inconsistencies. The plot...
...couldn't tell the self-important Sophomore that "Aw, I didn't know the rules," either. One requirement for every incoming student to Harvard was to write out all the Regulations in longhand, and file them with the Dean...
...fields outside his own specialty, then spent four years visiting some 50 workshops and talking to scientists. Once at Mt. Wilson Observatory he found a Hollywood actress among a group of visitors looking through a telescope at star clusters, saw her turn away from the eyepiece, heard her snort, "aw, nerts." Not for Hollywood actresses, but for the intelligent public, he undertook in Outposts of Science to cover genetics, anthropology, physical and mental disease, glands, vitamins, insects, matter, radiation, astrophysics, star-galaxies, weather...
...aenie hame shnarra wolla fon dons on Shamrock, ow'r in blotz fon sawga 'Darf ich mit d'r hame lawfa, 'hot er g'sawt. 'Its akinda feicht tonight.' 'S maid'l is noh laenich hame, un so is aw der Abie." Translation: "Abie Walbert from out in back of Lehigh Church says he likes to take a girl home from a picnic, only always makes him nervous until he has asked her. The other night he was going to take one home from the dance at Shamrock, but instead...
...Road Back (Universal). The night of November 10, 1918, a group of bedraggled German soldiers talk over the chance of an early peace. Says one scoffer: "Aw, the War's never going to end. It'll go on forever." They roll over to sleep in their dugout like rats in a rain-soaked furrow...