Word: blased
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...interest of the mob in political controversy. Aside from a few weeks' bombardment by pamphlets, orators and advertising appeals, the average citizen is not aroused by political questions. The quarreling factions of previous decades have settled down to an equilibrium of mutual toleration. The man in the street is blase over political propaganda: he is not excited even to a mild passion by the most importunate of oratory. If all men accept politics so peaceably, is it reasonable to expect college men to whet their knives for combat...
...Grand Duke has solved the mystery. Nobility must be amused, so it migrates to America. Paris, Monte Carlo, the Riviera have been found passe, blase, blafard--that is to say "not in it"--compared with New York. In fact, there has been such a tremendous increase in the traveling nobility of Europe in recent years that one can no longer get the satisfaction of belonging to a select minority. The old stamping grounds of royalty have been literally ruined by too much competition. The surfeited European now yawns at sight of a duke: there are so many of them...
...present has grown much too blase to do anything but yawn when confronted with the wonders of science. Even hideous gases and death-dealing ultra-what rays have lost their power to amuse us. We smile at chemistry, and, save when we experiment with the fuse-box in the dark, ignore the extraordinary possibilities of electricity. Complex machinery is to us as an open primer, and we positively gape when someone mentions advanced physics...
...cunningly, too,--the review actually approved. A peculiar use or unsuspected ignorance of the correct and artistic method of including erroneous impressions in the same paper with only too obvious conclusions: e. g. "black is not white," "my humble nothingness," "I am not a good critic," "I am not blase," etc., etc., reveals that the critiques are native and quite harmless. Proof: advertisements of plays reviewed appear regularly side by side with these learned literary compositions--that's why they are native. But ah! the glory of success! I discovered one in this A. M.'s Crimlisten: "The humor...
Although gales of laughter greeted the Boston Stock Company's presentation of "The Whole Town's Talking" at the St. James Theatre on Monday night, I in my humble nothingness failed to be swept along on the boisterous tide. Now I am not blase nor have I anything against the management. On the contrary it seems only proper to say that if you go, you may possibly enjoy yourself thoroughly. If, however, you remember Grant Mitchell in the same production you will feel just as lonely as I did on Monday night. There was something lacking...