Word: bileful
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...directed a college play, or was summarily reassigned from the sports section of his publication during an acute journalistic drought. The less charitable view is that the fellow is a failed playwright who plumps into his opening-night seat on the aisle palsied with envy and gurgling with bile. Percy Hammond, a formidable drama critic of vinegary wit, once gave a simpler answer: "Because I get paid...
WHILE errors in judicial rulings are an expected part of the legal process, the amount of personal bile that a U. S. District Court judge let flow from his mouth is much more astounding. Hoffman's refusal to learn defense attorney Leonard Weinglass' name-the Judge called him Weinstein, Feinstein, Weineruss, Fineglass, Weinramer, and a host of others-emerges as only one part of a generally snide approach to the defense. In the same vein, Hoffman alluded to William Kunstler's "comic book defense" and embroiled himself in the type of petty harassment one would expect of Abbie Hoffman...
...needed only some General Patt?n to tell us that we were gonna meet destiny at Park Street station. Riding the escalator up through the dark who knew what was going to happen? Will the Revolution begin today: heart pounding, some part of me churning out anger and bile in amazing degree, and suddenly as I reach the street and see everybody else nervous o? flipped out I know that it's not about to happen, and have no idea whether it ever could. But there was that moment in the dark when I didn't how many people...
...strained combination of fear and adulation could scarcely be imagined. Dionne Warwick's "We Can Work It Out" and the alternating exuberance and discipline of the dance segments which opened and closed the drama, whether thrown in for propitiation or strictly for entertainment, were delightful. There is no real bile in this production-only a professional and richly textured vitality. Cenet, one fears, is the real culprit...
With O what a monstrous Uproar! did seventy-four Flarbs rip and tear, cut, slash, gouge and madly flap their Way up the Hill. Grating with the loud Rustle of eighty-six fiercely shaking, Bile-colored Posters were the shrill Brayings of one-hundred-forty-eight Asses, somewhat flat in Tone, without surrounding Hills to echo and re-echo their challenging Call! Hurling great Clumps of slimy Muck before them and behind them and to their Left and to their Right they gashed beyond all immediate Repair the once neatly trimmed Lawn and closed withunimaginable Petulance and noisy Spite...