Word: boor
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...consumer worth knowing will tell you, there is no room for adventure in the modernist world. Action went out of style long ago. Smuggling, suspense, suitcases full of money, and tales of exotic islands don't make it anymore. It's kid's stuff, or worse, it's boor's stuff...
...genus Trich-odina that live in the minnow's gills. "Early on," writes Janovy, "the killifish was shown to be not a fish but a community, and the community itself encompasses both the artist and the laborer, both the classic and the romantic, both the ballerina and the boor." This could be misconstrued as mere anthropomorphism. But as Janovy proves, these creatures really do assume roles like those of the "civilized" community outside...
...giant of an era that the ballet virtuoso never knew. The role demands a certain presence, a knack for walking into a roomful of gaping admirers and creating an aura. Some scenes seem structured with this purpose in mind; at one point. Nureyev completely upstages a porcine-looking boor in a fashionable Manhattan night club by sweeping the latter's mistress off her feet. The episode, although somewhat gratuitous, is meant to show Valentino's swashbuckling stride. The desired effect is partly produced, but the strain behind the effort becomes obvious...
...club where Ayer Hitam's old colonials quietly fade away, time has congealed around 1938. One old boor is revealed as a pseudo reactionary because "he had no politics, only opinions, pet hates, grudges, and a paradoxical loathing for bureaucracy and trust in authority." A Japanese businessman who is cold-shouldered on the tennis courts exacts revenge by elevating one of the club's Malay ball boys to guest status. "The war did not destroy the English," writes Theroux. "It fixed them in fatal attitudes. The Japanese were destroyed and out of that destruction came different...
...uncombed, his custom-made Savile Row suits look as if they had been bought at a manufacturer's fire sale-they do not disguise his paunch. He is variously described by associates and acquaintances as autocratic, devious, dishonest, rapacious, egotistical, power mad, paranoid, a bully and a boor. Almost in the same breath, the same people call Felker a genius. "He's always been tough, restless and driven," says George A. Hirsch, now publisher of New Times, who quit as publisher of New York after four years of corporate karate with Clay. When New York was still struggling...