Word: blahness
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...hate comes from a sense of injury as brokers contrast the current blah market with stocks in the Soaring Sixties. Then issues selling at 50, 60 and even 100 times earnings were not uncommon. Now many are going for ultralow prices of six, seven or eight times earnings. Bernstein, writing in November's Institutional Investor, a trade magazine, goes on to say that the experience of investors during the past decade "has probably been the worst in this century -and perhaps the worst in stock market history." Worse than the 1930s? Yes, says Bernstein, when inflation is cranked...
...strikingly craggy face familiar around the boulevards. He also continued to write and yearn for literary immortality. Even when he did gripe about reviewers, one could wonder whether he really cared what they were saying-or even quite understood. "They just said I was a bad writer, bad grammar, blah, blah, blah," he told one interviewer. It was as if the fine points of writing did not matter that much to his work. And perhaps they did not, any more than the fine points of draftsmanship mattered to Grandma Moses when she sat at her pine table...
...blandness. Says Professor Anthony Athos of the Harvard Business School: "When the writer knows that through the magic of Xerox many people will see what he has written, then it loses the sharp cutting edge and gains what I call administrative opacity. What we have is a proliferation of blah, blah, blah...
Crazy like Napoleon. Margaux has picked up the fashion world and wrapped it round her little finger; she has tamed the press and subdued Madison Avenue. "It's like a fairy tale," she agrees. "But blah blah, woof woof, as Jimi Hendrix used to say." Says Miss Mary, Ernest Hemingway's widow (and Margaux's step-grandmother): "She was such a nice healthy kid, I hope nothing spoils her, natch." About her publicity-hating grandfather, Margaux is admiringly respectful, exulting: "Grandpa's spirit's in my marrow." But she prefers people to realize that...
...this musical runs long enough to generate word of mouth, the word is likely to be "blah." Not that Goodtime Charley is malignant; it is merely inane. It is not clear how the notion entered the producers' heads that the saga of Joan of Arc raising sword and soldiers to have the Dauphin crowned King of France (while she ultimately dies at the stake) had the makings of a musical comedy. At that crazed moment, they should have consulted an exorcist...