Word: coiner
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...image does not con everyone. His father treats Gold as if he were a delinquent child; his daughter nails him as a philandering skunk; and his wife seems to feel he is not worth getting excited about. All three are correct. In Washington, however, Gold is hailed as the coiner of the phrase, "You're boggling my mind," and that innovative answer to journalists' questions: "I don't know...
Sabatini's talents as a stylist lie well to the south of, say, Sir Walter Scott's. He is a Monte Pythonesque coiner of clichés: rubies have a fearless tendency to "glow like live coals," and Frenchmen sputter expletives like "Name of a name!" and "By example!" Yet in the next sentence Sabatini can turn a flashing phrase (a eunuch's hands are two "bunches of fat fingers...
...protect birds is to defend humanity" seems a strange slogan for a whisky distiller. But then, Keizo Saji, 54, chairman and president of Japan's Suntory Ltd., and coiner of the slogan, is a rather strange bird himself. Every year, in addition to contributing one-third of the profits of his privately owned, Osaka-based company (annual sales: $966 million) to an employee benefits program, he contributes an other third to charitable and cultural causes, nota bly the preservation of the 490 species of birds found in Japan...
...great eater of your whoreson flapjacks." He passes along crazy, bullish stock market tips-some of which turn out to be crazy like a fox. Reformed revolutionaries, Chambers observes wryly, when they can learn to stifle their scruples, often do well in finance. He is a notable coiner of cranky but sharp-eyed political epigrams: "The illusion of Yalta [1945]: that the Communists yearned for peace if only we'd be kind to them. The illusion of Geneva [1955]: that the Communists are bent on world war unless we are kind to them...
...female beagle is blissfully in heat, and one leaves his house to take a walk, and suddenly 47 assorted dogs, wild with lust, begin making messy love to your calf muscles. It is true, as they say in Dorchester, that "It's not the face you fuck," but the coiner of the phrase never took into account that bitch musk clings to one's clothes, and that male hounds are so blindly in love that they mistake corduroy for canine flesh...