Word: braine
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...urbane Arno (born Curtis Arnoux Peters) aimed his thrusts at wattled old roues ("Tell me about yourself, your struggles, your dreams, your telephone number"), besabled matrons and their derby-hatted husbands ("Come on-we're going to the Trans-Lux to hiss Roosevelt"), flappers with more booze than brain in their heads ("Ixnay, Edith, I just found out we're at the wrong party"). Some of his humor had a bitter quality, exemplified by the aircraft designer viewing a flaming crash with the comment: "Well, back to the old drawing board." But he was at his best with...
...alone with his ego, holding it limp and spent in his hand, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror of his shame: And in the privacy of his brain, quiet in the glare of all that sound and spotlight, Mailer thought quietly, "My God, that is probably exactly what you are at this moment, Lyndon Johnson with all his sores, sorrows, and vanity squeezed down to five foot eight," and Mailer felt for the instant possessed, as if he had seized some of the President's secret soul...
From Legs to Brain...
...Paul Dudley White, seized his moment of national prominence to lecture the public repeatedly on its deplorable shape, suggesting that the tone of the body has much to do with the pace of the mind. "The better the legs," said White, still bicycling today at 81, "the clearer the brain." There is little doubt that some triggering was necessary. For the first time in history, a society found itself so advanced materially that human beings no longer got enough exercise in the search for sustenance. Estimates suggest that 40 million Americans have a temperamental indisposition to any kind of hard...
...becoming a perpetual jester. He uses the child as a kind of ventriloquist's dummy through which to josh, mimic and needle his wife and the world. In a performance of sustained pyrotechnics, Finney does petrifyingly funny parodies of a Viennese neurologist who first assessed Joe's brain damage and of a pipe-sucking Anglican clergyman who is quite unstrung to hear God described as "a manic-depressive rugby footballer." To Joe Egg's mother, Sheila (Zena Walker), the child has become another pet to coddle along with cats, birds and Bri himself, who has never quite...