Word: bohemianized
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...stone breakers, farm women winnowing wheat) was his own self-centered swagger and robust peasant's appetite. One of his favorite painting subjects was himself (see cut). He accepted an admirer's praise by assenting with gusto, "I paint like le bon Dieu." A sturdy, black-bearded bohemian, Courbet would sit up drinking until dawn, once on a trip to Munich defeated 60 Bavarians in a four-day drinking bout. His taste in female models (many of whom became his mistresses) was equally gargantuan...
...pertinent to note that Winthrop is full of sweaty athletes; Lowell is the poetry house; Dunster's drunks give that house its only spirit; Kirkland men are virtually invisible; Eliot is crawling with preppies; and Adams House consider no one who isn't both greasy and Bohemian. Aside from these variations, the houses are really quite the same...
Long before businessmen were accepted as fit heroes for novels, TIME and Editor Purtell, a Milwaukee and Detroit newsman before he joined us in 1942. knew that businessmen could be as exciting and interesting as even the most bohemian artists. Once, at a party for a group of artists and musicians, Joe found himself to be the center of attention. Later his wife asked: "What on earth did you talk about that interested them so much?" Purtell grinned...
Toulouse-Lautrec, a count's son gone bohemian, could confess to the dance-hall Chanteuse Yvette Guilbert: "Everywhere and always ugliness has its beautiful aspects; it is thrilling to discover them where nobody else has noticed them." But from his own ugliness. Toulouse-Lautrec turned away, preferring to caricature it outlandishly to make his friends laugh harder. He could not resist telling Vincent van Gogh, who struck most men on sight as physically unattractive, where to get his rotting teeth fixed. But his pastel portrait of Van Gogh shows a warmer, more searching glance. In reply, Van Gogh humbly...
...Recognitions, by William Gaddis, gave U.S. 20th century values a long (956 pages) flaying, went remorselessly after Bohemian phonies, savagely attacked the spiritual and moral bankruptcy Gaddis' tortured hero found everywhere. Alternatingly brilliant and dull, it was a virtuoso performance for a first novelist. Some critics uneasily and unjustly ignored...