Word: breaths
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...face it--Lynn got most of the glory. Not that Rice would care, or that he was ignored, or that any fan would be prepared to admit a visceral preference for Lynn. But it was demeaning simply that Rice and Lynn were always mentioned in the same breath. They complemented each other--the rightie, the leftie, the fielder, the slugger, the rookies, the meat of the order--and it was easy to pair them up. But it always comes down to one man in a situation like this. Rice would never have been MVP the way Lynn...
First, Donleavy asks, consider the body. Putrefaction, man's constant companion, is treated under the general heading "Vilenesses Various," including paragraphs on "Bad Breath and Toothpicks," "Plate and Knife Licking" and "Discarded Hairs and Nails." But the putrefaction of the soul is of course infinitely worse. Holding his nose against the spiritual stench, Donleavy writes maxims on social climbing, marrying for money and the fine art of suing: "If you can spot a lawyer's letter without opening it and can return it marked deceased, this is a trump card. If you cannot suppress your desire to reply...
...Butler's case, Hall said last week: "John is a competent professional who [has been] in the job so darn long that he just got crowded in by all the trees. We said, 'Hey John, you deserve and have earned the right to step aside and catch your breath a little bit. Let us take over some of the things you've been handling and when you're ready, why, you can come back...
...sarcastically the night I arrived. "Don't look so worried. You're going to have fun." She was very insistent on this point. So are most proctors. If your first question is, "Where's the library?" your proctor will give you the answer, but will add in the same breath that you did not come to college just to study. If your first question is, "Where's the nearest bar?" your proctor will probably take you there himself. If, midway through the semester, you find yourself lost in your courses, hating your roommates, and too far from home, your proctor...
Mary hardly has her breath back before her neighbor Loretta, an aspiring country singer and child bride of the bald but virile Charlie, drops by to report a mass murder. "The Lombardis, their three kids, two goats and eight chickens." An astonished Mary says, "What kind of madman would kill two goats and eight chickens...