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Sometime last fall, a disgusted Harvard radical invented Liberal Talk. "How do liberals talk?" he asked his friends. "Rome wasn't built in a blah, blah, blah," he answered. "Blah, blah, process of law. When you get older, you will blah, blah, blah...

Author: By Seth M. Kupferberg, | Title: Blah, Blah, Blah | 5/9/1974 | See Source »

...After all, lobotomies make for docile housewives who are tame, can bear and raise children, not speak out in front of the husband's colleagues, meet the boss's wife, blah, blah," he noted sarcastically...

Author: By David R. Caploe, | Title: Laing Blasts 'Anti-Human' Conditions | 11/21/1972 | See Source »

...real world would I have come to Cambridge? Maybe. To the CRIMSON? Never. On the other hand, it is true that I have learned something. I have learned that people will sell anything- used tennis balls, half a bicycle, themselves (handsome, charming Rhodes Scholar Yale graduate seeks apartment blah, blah, blah), that there are six picas to an inch, that people look behind a counter and see not me at all, but a secretary...

Author: By Deane Foltz, | Title: The Mail SECRET ARIAL DILEMMAS | 6/4/1971 | See Source »

...resent his narrow-minded attack and I suspect that Mr. Mailer may belong to a group known as BLAH. The acrostic for this is Bigoted Liberal And How. Now this is no reflection on the honest liberal who thinks for himself and allows others that privilege, but only applies to the type of thinking that Mr. Mailer has projected, which in itself is barbaric and profoundly nihilistic...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Mar. 1, 1971 | 3/1/1971 | See Source »

After the final whistle has blown, when the stadium is bleak in its emptiness, the football fan returns home, weary but exhilarated from his vicarious participation in "the game." And then, in the blah hours of the early morning, he will lighten the dark night of his soul by meditating on the fawnlike grace of a Lance Alworth, the brute power of a Buck Buchanan, the quick, vicious moves of a Ray Nitschke. And when he sleeps, he dreams. Personally, I have decided to dream tonight about fat, creaky George Blanda, 43, trundling out on the field last weekend...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: MYSTIQUE OF PRO FOOTBALL | 11/9/1970 | See Source »

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