Word: blockheaded
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Yesterday, I chastised myself for being a blockhead. I haven't read the strip often enough in recent years, and it made me sad when I realized I had been neglecting what used to be an important part of my day. I haven't had time for the Peanuts gang since coming to college. With the meaty issues we weigh every day in section, a Harvard student can't possibly expect to have time for such a simple pleasure...
...Anyone taken as an individual is tolerably sensible and reasonable, [but] as a member of a crowd he at once becomes a blockhead." Schiller said that. Why does it happen? The "apocalypse now" theory has to do with the odd historical fact that people get exceptionally nervous as they near the end of any era. There were witch-hunts in the 1690s, episodes of hysteria in the 1890s. In our own time, one has only to reach back a couple of years to recall large-scale group fears induced by mention of the ozone layer, or by pandemics like toxic...
...have a serious confession to make. I am an "arrogant nitwit." Furthermore, I behave like a "blockhead." Or at least, that's what Boston Globe columnist Mike Barnicle would have you believe...
...explosion of Orbison's unlikely premise of sidewalk romance, which the judge notes, ". . . ignores the ugliness of street life and the debasement that it signifies." Rebutting the argument that the ditty's commercial intent moots its artistic value, Souter playfully enlists Samuel Johnson: " 'No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money.' " Finally, the court's Latin scholar scores head-banger points for using the phrase "opening bass riff" without quotation marks...
...already told you, blockhead, people outside of Harvard don't comp. But I'm glad you're staying and graduating. And not only will you get a crimson A.B., but you'll pick it up dressed in a regal crimson robe. Others wear boring black robes, but Harvard is not only wise but also fashion savvy. Crimson your robe shall...