Word: bitingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...pick a diamond or a mistress." He defined the newsroom as "part seminary, part abattoir," divided all sportswriters into two schools: "Gee Whiz!" and "Aw Nuts!" Freud was "that Daniel Boone of the canebrakes of the libido," New York's fiery Mayor La Guardia a man who would "bite in the clinches," the reading public a "drowsy, dangerous dinosaur." For working journalists, he boiled the Ten Commandments to two: "Do not betray a confidence, and do not knife a comrade...
...Bite and Breadth. There could be no better place for a solitary boy to explore; there was a baroque staircase in one courtyard, set with "superfluous little landings with niches and benches." There was a hinged portrait in a salon, which swung back to reveal a trophy room hung with "guns ranged in big racks, ticketed with numbers corresponding to a register in which were recorded the shots fired from each. "There were, each summer, strolling players who would politely request per mission to perform in the theater. When someone went for a walk, there was a carriage assigned...
...Dismal Swamp. After trekking through the muck and mire with a band of hardy surveyors, Byrd emerged bug-bitten almost to death (the Dismal Swamp's yellow fly, they still say, will politely lift a man's hat from his head so as to get a better bite at his ears). The swamp, straddling the Virginia-North Carolina border, just across the James River Bay from Norfolk, was nothing better than a "filthy bogg," he wrote. Even birds would not fly over "this horrible desart for fear of the noisome exhalations that rise from this vast body...
Most first-grade readers are dull because the authors, uninventive to begin with, are unable to surmount the limitation of "controlled vocabulary"-a controversial theory that beginning readers must stick to a few bite-size words and repeat them often. Whatever the ultimate solution, a sensible first step is hiring real writers who can make even a few words dance...
...only," and I went to follow. Wishful thinking. Susan grabbed my arm. "This gate, dear," she said cheerily. Under the stands we ran into one of her friends, similarly bundled up. They exchanged raucous greetings. Her friend's date stared dumbly at the two of them and took another bite of his hot dog. We exchanged shrugs, unsmilingly...