Word: bores
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Divorced. Ringo Starr, 35, former Beatle drummer lately boogalooing it solo; in an uncontested suit by his wife of ten years, Maureen Cox, 28, a Liverpudlian hairdresser who bore him three children; on grounds of Ringo's alleged adultery with Nancy Andrews, 24, an American model whom he met on a blind date in Los Angeles last summer...
...Surely it must be singing lustily, as did William Blake. Who invented the most uncomfortable method of fishing? The appropriately named Thomas Birch, who tried to make himself inconspicuous to the fish by dressing up as a tree. What is the most gallant method of repulsing a bore at a party? Undoubtedly, Robert Browning's: "But, my dear fellow, this is too bad. I am monopolizing...
...what was apparently a radio tower hid his head in a towel when he spotted an American staring at him. One of the Senator's aides opened the door of a housing trailer and found six startled Russians inside. More to the point, a gray crate that bore Cyrillic letters was identified by a Russian-speaking U.S. technician as "having to do with a missile operation...
...spite of herself, the biographer has succeeded. She has written one of those windy, overweight Southern books -the Gone With the Wind syndrome -that can do everything wrong except bore the reader. For seven indefatigable years she has tracked her subject: to New York City, where Carson lived in a household that included W.H. Auden, Benjamin Britten and Richard Wright, among others; to the obligatory artists' colonies (Yaddo, Bread Loaf); even to London and Paris. Early on, she grabs her fey and monstrous main character by the toe and never lets go. The ghost of McCullers does the rest...
Writing to older correspondents, Shelley blanched demurely at the thought of class uprisings. Yet when deeper thoughts were goaded out of him, they bore bloodstains. In 1819, after demonstrating workers in Manchester were annihilated in the Peterloo massacre, Shelley roared...