Word: clod
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...unconcerned to be the victim of a deranged experimenter; with the Drum Major (when he ought to be dead drunk, incidentally, and not stone sober) his "Let's be friends" sounds like Mickey Mouse addressing Black Pete. Quite apart from the debate as to whether Woyzeck should be a clod destroyed by a wicked society or a sensitive young man destroyed by society period, this Woyzeck could not be what the author had in mind...
...sometimes awed, often contemptuous contemporaries were never able to make. Partly it was because his physical presence was so overwhelming. He was a strutting cockatoo of a man, resplendently tailored, grey hair swept up into a crest, wit as sharp as a honed spur, manner as crude as a clod. Fascinated by the combination of the baroque and the bumptious of the man, Rebecca West once wondered if it would not be better to judge Bennett as a character rather than an author. "He could not be compared properly with Fielding, or Dickens, or Balzac," she said, "but he could...
...tantalizing Madonna Lucrezia seems proof against procreation, she is nonetheless a setup for seduction. Espoused by an insufferable clod who wants to get her with child but cannot, she falls prey to a heated young gallant (Philippe Leroy) who merely wants to get her to bed and does. The lover presses his suit with life-or-death urgency, disguising himself as the luckless lout who is supposed to perish by black magic after Lucrezia has downed a potion brewed of mandragola, or mandrake root, and spent the night with him. Once conquered, Lucrezia cherishes...
...INCREDIBLE WORLD OF JAMES BOND (NBC, 10-11 p.m.). A look at the spy who became a mushroom-shaped clod-with clips from all the Bond movies and a filmed interview with the late Ian Fleming...
...gimmick is that the hero, Harry Palmer, comes on as a sleepy-eyed clod. The opening credits show him waking up, groping for his glasses, fishing around for his creased clothing, making coffee, and running an electric shaver over his face--all the morning rituals of a dull desk worker. Until he pulls an automatic out of the crumpled bedclothes...